I took the kids to Wheeler Farm today. It was very crowded—mostly by daycares and elementary school field trips, but also by moms with kids. I really felt out of it when I noticed that 95% of the moms were dressed to the hilt. We’re talking ultra-styled hair, designer clothes, fake nails, flashy earrings and other jewelry, full makeup and fake tans. Of course, they all had tiny little flip-flops (or high-heeled sandals) and capris, and matching handbags. The little Chloes and and Kesslers and Sydneys were, for the most part, all Gapped out as well. Sheesh! To go to the farm!
The thing that bothered me most: I suddenly felt ugly. I mean, it’s one thing to think these chics are crazy (I do)—but it’s another, and somehow shameful IMO, to let them make me feel insecure. But I did. But I showed them, didn’t I. I came home and wrote a scathing blog about their vanity. Take that!
(Their legs were shaved, too. Or probably lasered.)