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My lockdown saga: not today PJ’s!

Today is day 2 of my lockdown saga, which started last Friday. I do not really count the past weekend as forced quarantine, given that usually we are so tired from hustling all week, that we don’t do much on weekends anyways. Better: we do nothing. We stay home, do laundry, watch tv, cook, sleep, maybe dance a bit, and drink wine.

So far, I have to say that this awful coronavirus has not changed our lives that much. If you have read my previous post, you know that I am a huge fan of the couch. Plus, we are lucky enough to have a little garden. So, when there is too much pressure, quarantine or not I can close the kids outside and only open the door to interact with them the moment I hear crying and smell blood. Which actually happened, just a couple of hours ago.

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Yesterday, I decided some prep was necessary in order to keep the kids busy throughout this lockdown saga. And turns out, it’s working! They love the fact that we have a planning to follow with things to do (and mostly, things not to do, like disturbing mommy while she is at her laptop). But I realized I also needed a planning for myself too. And first thing I have put on there for this morning was dress up.

Dress for yourself

I have already written about dressing for yourself and not for others. I have always been a fan of choosing my clothes based on what makes me feel good. I truly believe that feeling comfortable in your looks gives you the confidence you need, to go out and kick asses. And now I realize that I need that same confidence for staying home and kick asses.

Therefore, this morning I decided I would dress up as if I needed to go out and attend a meeting. Shoes are not required here of course, but I am satisfied with feeling good from head to ankles. I definitely do not want to spend the next 45 days (because this is what we are looking at) in my PJ’s! I haven’t put any make up on today, maybe tomorrow. I still have 45 days to figure how I want to handle that. But I think I owe a minimum of décor to myself and my self-esteem.

An act of self-care

I feel like my lockdown saga could be way worst if I were not taking care of myself. In the end, prepping up and taking the time to wear those trousers that flatter you can only help you feel better. Unwrapping that new beautiful purple pull-over you offered yourself for your birthday but were waiting for a nice occasion to wear… Well, deciding that today was that day, really made me feel good about myself.

We all need little wins like this, to cheer ourselves up and feel better. In these challenging times, more than ever. I hope this will help you somehow. I don’t know, maybe tomorrow you will put this and other self-care stuff on your lockdown planning too. And if it will make you feel confident enough to forget what we are going through, even if just for a second, that would make me really happy.

On an additional note… Hubby will be at home with us too, starting tomorrow. Something tells me the next thing I will be writing about is relationship goals during lockdown. Stay tuned!

The power of comfort clothes

I never thought I would write a blog post on the power of comfort clothes. 20 year old me would not be proud, but I think that things are very different now from then. With social media pushing us to share every single aspect of our lives (and especially our looks), not revealing too much has become the new coolest thing! And I am super glad, as 34 year old me loves to be comfortable and feel good in her clothes.

I remember wearing crop tops (tank tops) when I was in my twenties and my belly was almost as flat as a board. I insist on the almost because I have never really had a super flat stomach, but growing up I have been doing a lot of sports which made it possible to eat whatever I wanted, and still have a pretty flat stomach. Just to make it clearer: not even close to J-Lo’s belly now that she is in her 50’s, but close enough to Britney’s “Baby one more time”’s.

Basically, I remember wearing crop tops when I could afford it. But the point I am trying to make here is that I don’t think I would like to wear them anymore now, even if I could afford it again. And I can’t.

It’s not just about the belly

The same applies to tight mini skirts and very décolleté tops. It’s almost like I am not in the mood anymore, and this all started when I entered in my thirties and I became a mom.

I have truly started to enjoy comfortable clothes that do not necessarily reveal every little inch of my body. I love loose shirts and jumpers, blouses and fluid trousers that do not squeeze me like a lemon from lunch onward. Silk is great as it embraces my body without hanging too tight on it. And I actually find it very classy and sexy. Not the kind of sexy I thought it was sexy when I was a teenager, but the kind of sexy I find sexy now, which means without revealing too much.

Back to J-Lo now. I really like her as an artist, and I cannot deny she has a fabulous body even now that she just turned 50. But I don’t agree with the need of showing that and over-showing that to the world. I get it, you can be super proud because you are stunning. Even after two kids. You look so damn beautiful in that super tight swim suit, that teens are jealous. But do you really have to show it to us all, every time you get a chance?

Who do you dress for?

I think there is a difference between dressing for yourself as opposed to dressing for others. And between dressing for your age and not your daughter’s. Of course, everyone is free to do whatever they like, fine. However, I am just saying that, maybe, the message we are delivering here is not the right one.

I want my daughter to feel strong and beautiful not because she has a flat stomach. Most importantly, I want her to feel cool even if she does not have a flat stomach. I wish for my daughter that she can be so free in her mind to dress up for herself and herself only, without worrying too much about what others will say. That’s the essence of the power of comfort clothes. I cannot believe there are actual women who are comfortable wearing super tight mini-skirts and 12cm high heels. I don’t buy that, ladies!

But hey-ho. Here is me talking now that I am 34. It might as well be that, the moment I turn 50 (and I am lucky enough to have even just half the beauty of J-Lo’s body) I will also be Instagramming it like a freaking millennial.