How the times have changed.

I was recently chatting with a friend of mine who resides in the Big Apple. We’re what I like to call ‘faraway friends’. We don’t get to catch up anywhere near as much as we would like, but because we have so much in common, we can kind of just pick up where we left off. Of course, it doesn’t hurt that we’re both fabulous (as are all my friends), we are both transplants from other countries, and we both recently (well, relatively recently) entered ‘Mommy-hood’. Her little boy is about 2 months older than Little P. And while I bemoan the commute here in Las Vegas, she’s got it a little tougher, living in Queens but working in Manhattan, and having to ger herself and her little guy in and out of the city on a daily basis, using nothing but buses and trains.

Aside from trying to ‘one up’ each other on the trials and tribulations of the daily grind, we were busy discussing how much our styles have changed since having kids. You have to understand, when we first met, I was running the club that she bartended at, so our ‘uniform’ such as it was, consisted of black everything. Black pants, black shirts, black shoes…. you get the idea. But once we ‘grew up’ (which for me involved getting a ‘9-5’ gig, and for her meant finishing her degree and getting a ‘real’ job in finance) we had to ditch the ‘all black’ get up and get something a bit more, well, corporate.

So we kind of went from looking like this:

(Okay, that might be a stretch, our skirts were definitely longer, but you get the idea)

To this:


And then we both stopped working to look after our little ones and looked more like this:

Alright so we were never THAT stylish, but, well, you get the point…

But eventually, we both went back to work, and we had to start looking more like this:

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Trying to find a happy medium isn’t easy (you know, clothes that show you are actually working and that is preferably NOT covered in yogurt, Gold Fish remants or milk).¬†We had both recently been shopping to try and find things that fit and were deemed ‘work appropriate’ and had enjoyed a laugh over the fact that we had both, without knowing what the other was doing, bought stuff only for ourselves, nothing for our little ones, and shock horror, we had both bought cardigans!!

The conversation went a little like this.
Her: ‘I can’t believe I dragged J around shopping for three hours and all I bought for him was snacks and a drink. Not one item of clothing, no toys, nothing! It’s a miracle’
Me: ‘I know! I don’t think I’ve managed to do that since Little P was born. How liberating.’

And of course, once we found out that we had both gone the ‘preppy’ route, we were just about besides ourselves with laughter. ‘My how the times they have changed.’

And that’s fine. Actually, it’s better than fine. I’m not sure what the word is, but it’s better. People change, they adapt. We develop the ‘style’ that works for us right then and now. In ten years time, it could ¬†will be different again. And that’s okay.

So till next time, go on, embrace the change. It’s a thrilling experience.

K

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