A few years ago, my mother bought me a fantastic pair of white slacks. I had to take them back. Don’t get me wrong, they were super cute. They fit fabulously and I looked really good in them. Everything I want in a pair of slacks – except they were white. White clothes are rare in my wardrobe after 10 years of mothering. I like the color white. White is clean and crisp. White is professional and casual. White matches everything. So, why doesn’t it exist in larger quantities in my wardrobe? White and motherhood just don’t seem to go together. There’s a reason why mom should never wear white. Four letters: K I D S.
Kids are murder on clothes in general. There are days when I feel my pants, and they’re crunchy from one thing or another that one or more of my children wiped on them. I recently walked out of our church building with a sugar cookie hand print on my nice purple blouse. At least the handprint was on my shoulder—I’m just saying. And I still remember the dinner when an entire gallon of red, yes red, punch landed in my lap all over my, sigh, brand new summer outfit. Like I said, kids are murder on clothes.
I think that’s why none of my clothes – that I wear regularly – are white. I’d need to buy stock in a bleach company if I was going to wear white more often. I have one or two outfits that include white articles of clothing, but I only wear those when I’m going somewhere without children. Right now, that happens only about every other year.
Well, this morning, I put on a white tee shirt. We weren’t going to be doing anything too dangerous – like crafts with paint – and I thought I could get away with it. My big agenda items for the day included finishing the dishes, folding the laundry, and playing with my kids. Well, we had just finished lunch when I noticed my white shirt is . . .
well, I’m sure I can bleach it.
I have peaches mushed into the hem. Chocolate cakes squished down one side. Something blue that I’m not sure what is–maybe juice from a fruit snack? It’s intermingled with the chocolate cake. Oh, and let’s not forget the drip of cheese right along the collar. And no, I am not the person who put any of these fabulous additions on my shirt.
Well, at least I know about the mess under my nose. I have gone out of the house before, and, after arriving at my destination, looked down and realized that most of my children’s lunch was on my shirt. Sometimes, I’ve carried an extra shirt in my car for just that type of occasion. However, that only works if I remember to replace the extra shirt once it’s been used.
So, although I like white and I like clothes that are white, white will just have to wait. Good thing white’s a classic color. I’m sure it’ll be in style when my children are old enough to get their clothes dirty – instead of mine.
What fashions have you had to put aside because your children are too hard on them? Let me know.