Commencing an Alana-esque economy drive – ie one that doesn’t involve any obvious downgrades to my lifestyle - I took the Sprogs to Luna Park/Fark yesterday with our yearly passes, parked in a school bus zone gratis, then enjoyed a free cafe lunch I won at the school fundraiser. Grand total expenditure, $4.50 (for the tip). Not bad huh?
I looked pretty economical too, with my old cargo pants, scruffy jumper and holiday belly. So I was both horrified and delighted when I ran into an old colleague in Coney Island.
My old colleague looked amazing. Not a hair out of place, immaculate make-up, gorgeous Michael Kors jacket. I looked like a suburban mum. Which is, I suppose, what I am these days. I wasn’t expecting to meet anyone glamorous at Luna Park. It’s normally the domain of the knee-high white boot and butt-cheek-baring denim shorts brigade.
To her credit, my old colleague focussed on the positive during our discussion, graciously complimenting me on my blog. I desperately wanted to tell her how much I liked her jacket and that she looked fabulous, but I didn’t want to put her on the spot to reciprocate.
We shot the breeze about the pressures of home vs work. We pointed out each other’s children. We parted so I could take Sprog 2 to her favourite attraction at Coney Island, the mirror maze (which fortunately she only made me do once yesterday, rather than the usual 10 times, as she’d discovered the Marilyn Monroe-style fun of the air-vents).
Afterwards, I pondered the effort that would be required to smarten myself up for the work environment, instead of blogging at home in my uggs. The hair styling, the make-up, the heels, the fashionable clothes. Not to mention getting out of the house on time and going to an office. Once you’re in the swing it gets easier, there’s a rhythm. If you work in magazines, you have rhythm 24/7. You look effortlessly fabulous even when braving Luna Park with your kids.
Getting into that rhythm would be nice, in a way. It would be an excuse to buy fancy clothes and make an effort.
But wearing uggs around the house has its own pleasures.
I’d be torn, except I’m not really choosing between anything at the moment.
Which makes the decision easy.
How about you? Rather be in the uggs at home or the wedges at work?