I remember teasing my mom relentlessly when I was in high school about her affinity for blazers. She had many and they had shoulder pads and, “Ew, Mom, gross. Like only perfumed old ladies wear blazers and shoulder pads. You look like Oprah.” (Back when looking like Oprah didn’t mean you looked like a billionaire boss lady). I guess I am officially old because… A
When Spring Comes You’ll Want the Right Spring Shoes
I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that one of these weeks, soon, I am not going to open my weekly fashion post with some commentary on how it’s supposed to be spring but isn’t. Soon. Not this week. Because, shiver. I sat at soccer practice this week wrapped in a dirty old car blanket. I smelled like gas and Cheetos
Easy Fashion Trends for Moms: Graphic Tees
Last week I wrote a fashion trends article for Redbook Magazine about banishing frumpy mom trends. It wasn’t meant to make anyone feel tired or lazy or unbeautiful. I would never. I don’t want that for you and also, as many of you know, I have been there. Covered head to toe in fleece and frump, and royally unhappy with myself. I know better clothing
The Ugly Truth About Fashion Blogging
I got into style and fashion blogging after the What NOT to Wear experience. It was a natural progression; people wanted to know if I was keeping up my new look, and I wanted the accountability the Internet so often provides. I’ve fallen off with it a lot lately though. Dressing like a grown up lady is no longer a challenge, and no one really
Rockin’ the Rockports. How to Wear Ankle Booties.
Based on what I know about fashion and style, there are few instances when looking like a mom can be considered a good thing. In fact, now that I’ve put my mind to it, the only time I can come up with is when you’re a five year old lost in an amusement park. Then, finding someone who looks like a mom, with a slew
Red, White & Blue All Over You!
Y’all know Dumb Mom loves a party and, like every other red blooded American worth her weight in apple pie, I’m celebrating America’s birthday by getting drunk in my cul-de-sac and singing We Are the Champions with my neighbors BBQing with my block and trying not to burn my man-hands with the sparklers! And, while it’s entirely too hot for me to be wearing anything