Ever notice how organized and accomodating kids’ clothing stores are? They have everything your little sweetie could possibly dream of when selecting an outfit. Walk into Gymboree, for example and you will see exactly what I mean. Each of the “collections” are located in their own specified space. There may be about 4-6 collections for each boys and girls. If you are like me, you will fall in love with at least one collection and need to buy the entire ensamble. What’s a girl without a matching golden retriever clip to go along with her golden retriever sweater vest, right? Yes, I needed it all. Socks to match, even the darn matching undies made it into my bag. Eye roll. And to be honest, I’m not even a hard-core Gymboree shopper. Well, I was that day.
A few days later, I started to receive catalogs in the mail for grown-up stores like Eddie Bauer and L.L. Bean. It wasn’t just the cute, ruggedly sexy grown men I was drooling over, but the classic women’s clothing that says, “Hey–I’m a bit crunchy, but I am classy, too. And just because I’m a mom doesn’t mean I have to run around in leggings and a frumpy tee-shirt.”
But why is it that when you walk into a store for you, mom, that you don’t find “collections” of outfits? Why does it seem like you hunt an peck for the right “outfit” only to realize that you can’t possibly squeeze your post-baby bottom in those slim-fitting pants? Why is it that the shawl neck cardigan looks so cute on the waify model in the catalog, but makes you look like an over-stuffed goose?!
Sigh…I want an ensemble. I want that outfit in Eddie Bauer with the $128 cowboy boots and the flowing scarf and the dangling pendant. I want that waify woman’s body and the crunchy sexy man on page 548–just don’t tell my hubby!–to take me to the mountains where we’ll ride horses till the cows come home.
Maybe I will get something from the catalog. Maybe tomorrow evening after the girls are in bed I can dash off in my minivan, head to the mall and get something…maybe the dangling pendant and call it an “ensamble.”