About four years ago, I went to a party where everyone was supposed to dress up in clothes from the era in which they graduated high school. For me, that was the s. I was thrilled when I happened upon some high-waisted, tapered-leg mom jeans, a braided belt and an embroidered vest.
It was exactly something I would have worn to school back in the day, and it was hideous. The night of the party arrived, and I donned my ridiculous outfit.
I felt like a Muppet version of what a grown woman should look like. I shuddered and offered a prayer of gratitude that those fashion years were far, far behind me. I was wandering through Nordstrom recently exchanging shoes that Logan had gotten me for my birthday. The denim jeans beckoned me, and as I sorted through them on the rack, I felt like I was in a time warp back at the U-City Mall in The racks were filled with mom jean after mom jean.
The only difference was the price. Maybe I should just buy a pair. Every time I put them on, I feel even less attractive than I did the night of the high school dress-up party. I can hardly keep a straight face when I wear them. Not most actual moms. That kind of comfort is not something that should be overlooked. Julia Ditto shares her life with her husband, six children and a random menagerie of farm animals in Spokane Valley. She can be reached at dittojulia gmail.
Courtesy of Julia Ditto. Sponsored Content.
