Frumpy to Fabulous?
Not yet. Not even close.
But, Lipsticks to Crayons wants to hear frumpy mom stories.
This is not so much a story, but a fact.
I own frumpy. I live it. I weep it. Despite all of my efforts to A.) shower each day B.) scrunch my naturally curly hair C.) Practice yoga at least weekly
What's a frumpy girl to do? I'm the last girl on the planet to give advice. My clothes are always too big, too outdated and too plain. I never take the time to put on makeup anymore. The only reason I shave is because of yoga class. Sorry, hubs.
Like with everything in my life, though, I just need a wakeup call to unfrump. Perhaps this post will be it. That, and my vow from here on out to post on this blog at least once a week.
The Mama Sexy Quest is not over ... no, indeed, it is just beginning.
Want to join in?
* Write about your frumpy mom story. When did you first realize that you had turned frumpy? Or have you gone from frumpy to fabulous and you want to share your story and tips? Do you have a great frumpy mom story? How do you make time for yourself? What makes you feel beautiful? Got fun frumpy mom photos to share?
* Link to the contest/giveaway.
Friday, October 26, 2007
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You and I are thinking on the same track. I actually am planning to try to blog about body image stuff this weekend. Don't know if I'll actually get there though...
My husband probably wishes that I would join a yoga class so that I would shave!
What's wrong with frumpy, anyway?
To be honest, I think it can be sexy. Maybe, I'm weird, but a girl in sweats and a t-shirt, bumming around in her ugly bunny slippers or the like. Oh, heck, yeah! I'm all over that. ;-p
And you think I'm kidding!
My ex used to get so mad at me, because she'd want to go by Victoria's Secret and make me pick out "what you think is sexy or want to see me in." Geez, I could never convince the woman I like her in one of my old holey t-shirts and her "everyday" panties or favorite pajama bottoms, even. Oh, well... call me crazy, but I like frumpy.
I mean, not out to dinner on the town, mind you, but at home, why not? I'd live for it, if I were you!
Hmmm. I will have to think about that one and figure out a good story.
Hi Shawn,
Thought I'd drop in on you as you also received a blessing from Oneida and I'm just venturing forth in this world of blogging.
I have three sons so I know what frumpiness is all about! I am glad I never had twins though; frankly I can't think of anything worse..except triplets. I think I became frumpy fairly early in Motherhood but the epitome of it must be when you realise you're still wearing the same knickers the next day... and it doesn't matter. Then, I'm afraid, all hope is lost. (I'm not talking from experience of course - although for some reason the neighbourhood cats do seem to like me)
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