I just deleted what must have been the tenth email from j.crew to have come into my inbox this week. Offering a tantalizing twenty percent off any final sale purchase, the email really should have sent me straight to the website to buy. But sadly, twenty percent off final sale still means t-shirts (and oh, how I love a j.crew t-shirt) are still something like forty percent more expensive than a stretchy Merona tee from Target, which works just fine.
All the style gurus (and by that I mean Stacy and Clinton) suggest that you buy really well made (expensive) wardrobe items that will last forever. And I suppose they would suggest that I go ahead and splurge on that $35 perfect-fit long sleeved tee. I also suppose that in my former life that shirt would've been a good investment, because I wasn't coming into contact with bodily fluids and little people all day long. But I've seriously gotten spit-up (and flour, and cooking spray) on two separate articles of clothing today.
I don't suppose I'm a paragon of style these days. But I'll gladly wear my $8.99 Merona v-necks if it means I can snuggle this messy little Critter without fear.
I guess there are days where one could say that by becoming a mom, I've lost all sense of personal style. But what I've gained -- including spit-up and an extra inch around my waistline -- is worth so much more.