April 19, 2006
this post has no real point, and would be so much better with pictures
Actual e-mail exchange with Jenorama:
Me: Look at me! I’m a soccer mom! Oh god.
Jen: I think you should make a special effort to wear a special outfit every time you go to soccer. Have a uniform: capri’s, polo shirts, cute socks, and espadrilles or cute, multi-colored sneakers. And then take pictures and post them to your blog.
Me: The Soccer Mom Photo Essay is a great idea; unfortunately, since I am COACHING Henry’s team (I know! What the hell?) I usually wear Clothes I Can Run In. Plus, I broke my fucking camera. Ha ha!
Maybe when I get my NEW camera, I’ll do some silly thing where I lay outfits on the bed and take pictures of them, and label them: soccer game, appointment with neurologist, playdate, Starbucks, therapy, day without kids . . . That could be really funny.
Jen: Throw in there also: do you dress up to go to the doctor? I do. I even dress up if I am going to drive for five hours, if I know I will be checking into a nice hotel at the end of it. I also dress up to fly. Because I think I get better service if I dress up for these things. Does this make me shallow? Even if it happens to be (in my experience) true?
On the other hand, when my husband used to make me wear stupid little jumpers to baseball, people were afraid I was a crazy polygamist woman and didn’t want to talk to me.
Words in this post that spell check doesn’t recognize: capris, espadrilles, fucking, Starbucks, polygamist.
Who said blogging is hard? This stuff just writes itself!
Posted by Susan @ 9:42 pm • Uncategorized
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April 19th, 2006 at 10:07 pm, Granny Says:
You two should take your show on the road. You’re hilarious.
Ann
April 20th, 2006 at 7:31 am, Jenorama Says:
Thanks, Ann!
I thought about doing my own photo essay. I will lay out my work clothes on the bed (t-shirt, shorts), and then my leave the house clothes (throw a bra on there and take a picture).
April 20th, 2006 at 8:06 am, Laura Says:
Hee. My uniform is not very exciting over here. Although, from a practical standpoint, we did do a photo series like you describe with G several years ago to help her understand what items coordinated with each other, etc. It was very helpful for her to check when she was dressing for school. Cause otherwise? It would be melon polka-dots and lime-green wind pants and no one needs to channel George Michael from the “Wake me up before you go-go” video. No one.
April 20th, 2006 at 9:03 am, Arwen Says:
I lfy a lot (it’s part of the job and all) and I will concur with Jen, dressing nice gets you attention. I make it a point to fly shabby when I know I am flying first class just to mess with the flight attendents (the song waitress in the sky comes to mind right now). And hotels??? forget about it… Vegas too, dress up for a casino and you get free drinks even if you are playing quarter slots.
April 20th, 2006 at 9:04 am, Arwen Says:
that would be fly, not lfy… spell check, why can we have spell check for comments?
April 20th, 2006 at 9:33 am, Susan Says:
I realized, after I posted this, that I was wearing the following yesterday to go to soccer: blue 2005 US Open commemorative polo, khaki capris from Old Navy, blue Reef flip flops (that matched the polo!).
Oh my god I really AM a soccer mom . . .
And I think the Soccer Mom Photo Essay should be a group project, don’t you?
April 20th, 2006 at 9:38 am, daysgoby Says:
Must start reading jen…..
You two are funny. Oh God funny.
April 20th, 2006 at 10:05 am, Homestead Says:
Yeah, where the fuck is Soccer Mom Barbie?
Did anyone read Ya-Ya Sisterhood and the part where she talks about her mother’s “summer uniform” of crisp white shirts, tan linen shorts & big hats? I like to think I’m emulating (sp?) a dignified & classy southern lady when I’m wearing the same clothes every day (and drinking hard liquor at 3:00 pm….)
April 23rd, 2006 at 4:01 pm, standing still for once Says:
I think I will lay out then photograph my clothes on the bed for “what to wear when picking up Child at elementary school on the Harley.” I had one 4th grade teacher checking me for chaps the first time the bike came out. Definitely not the muffia.