I buy clothes like its going out of style

I have a confession: my clothes are out of style. Or maybe that's a confusion, not a confession. How did this happen? On the rare day that my two young boys allow me to go out dressed as something other than "lactating Mommy" I select nice, attractive garments from my closet and the reflection in the mirror isn't half bad. But once I arrive, looking around at the people in the crowd I realize they are dressed nothing like me. I seem hopelessly out of date and out of style.

Granted, my recent pregnancy and postpartum body have stopped me from running out and grabbing the latest fashions. The clothes in my closet have been there for awhile. But I'm not talking bell bottoms or flannel shirts.  My clothes aren't Nixon era or FDR era.  No, I bought nearly everything I own solidly within the reign of George W. Bush.  Most of them in his second term. 

There's nothing wrong with my clothes.  They aren't threadbare, faded, ugly, or fadish.  They just happen to be two or three years old.  Why should I get rid of them? Who has the money, or the shopping time for that matter, to turn over a wardrobe every year or two?   Not me, that's for sure. 

So Fuddy-Duddies of the world: Unite!  I say you can be cool AND wear last year's fashions.

This is an original post of the Chicago Moms Blog.  Catherine is hoping her personal blog, everyday life as lyric poetry, hasn't gone out of style this summer as well.  Come have a look!