Yet another step away from fashionable...

At one point, i seem to recall (or at least pictures suggest) that I was in some way fashionable or at least gave a little care to what i looked like the majority of the time. Several things have killed my drive to look good or at least coordinated, or perhaps even, less than completely oblivious. Not to say that i don't 'clean up nicely' when i try, but really, how often do i try?

The monumental events that have killed my fashion sense:
1. Walking to class (in MN). There is no way i was wearing heels or platforms or even funky boots w/ a minor wedge. This led me from my coolio shoe wearing days in high school (drove everywhere).

2. Getting a job at a midwestern university. Really. the people are nice, but ever since i started working full time in higher education, i have encountered about 7 people who really dress nicely every day (not including the men in suits). Granted, this is one of the things i LOVE about my job, but really, i wore jeans, running shoes and race t-shirts for like a year straight and no one cared. this is probably not a good thing.

3. The ultimate killer: pregnancy. EGADS. fashion faux-paus to the extreme! there are cute maternity clothes, but they're for women who are really pregnant, not just a bit prego. The day when you figure out a way to still wear your normal-sized pants by involving a pony-tail holder, well, you hit a new low. of course this happens on the day when i am pondering if dark purple and brown are really a good combo. But, see #2 and you'll understand why i care not.

i think step 4 may occur after little 'Wolfie' as my mother calls the little guy/gal ventures out into the world and baby hoark becomes a new staple accesory.

eM