Friday, November 29, 2013

Pyjama Party



I'd be happy most days doing the school run in my pyjamas.  Trouble is most days we walk. I would be seen. By other mothers who obviously put in more effort or simply have more style than I do. 

Like that lovely Asian mum who trumps everyone on the asphalt; she looks like she's jumped right out of the pages of Vogue. Simple styles but even on rainy days she can make rubber wellies look deliciously designer. (Hers probably are)

There are two French mums as well. Yep. Typical French women: effortlessly chic even wearing ordinary raincoats. Looking like catalogue model-mums in simple loose-fit summer dresses. And they really know how to toss on a scarf around their necks, those Frenchies.

I know I'm being overly self conscious, but for my little Pink Worshiper's sake, I don't want to arrive looking like the wreck I feel in the mornings. I used to have so much more confidence in myself B.C. (Before Child) I was also thinner so more of my stuff fitted. On the other hand I would hate to look like one of those try-hard mums who's got something to prove; Look at me I'm Posh Spice mummy, where are my paparazzi?

Yesterday I got caught out. Miss Lovely Smile called at 3:30 to tell me She-Who-Worships-Pink had not been collected by her dance teacher for her 3:45 dance class. 

I was writing all day so, with my 6am makeup application running down my face, I was a little less than fresh with my panda eyes, grey yoga pants decorated with bleach spots, and a tatty hoodie. And that's how I walked into her classroom minutes later and presented myself at the dance studio in front of all the glamour-mums.

Well wouldn't you know, following on from my recent 'it's not just me theme' I met a lovely woman this morning who was actually admiring my drop-off ensemble. She said, "I bet you're one of those mums, who just throws something on and looks great aren't you?' After I bent down and scooped my jaw up off the floor I explained it was all straight off a Katies in-store display last summer.

I confessed my daily-drop-off-dressing trauma and she confessed to her Pyjama-drop-offs. Wow Pyjama Drop-Off-Mum: another urban myth uncovered. 

Oh the envy!  But not having to get out of your car is small recompense for a horrible peak hour commute across the harbor bridge into the eastern suburbs. Not having to be seen in  a presentable state before 8:30 am after ninety minutes in heavy traffic (just getting there) is a small luxury afforded to brave souls.

There was just that one time, she told me, when she got pulled over by the police for a broken tail light; wearing her worst, oldest, tattiest pajamas. She said she almost begged him not to ask her to step out of the vehicle. 

The officer let her go; he was probably married with school aged children.

I cant help but wonder now if she rethinks what PJ's she's going to wear for drop-off now..

I also wonder, do French Mums wear really stylish pyjamas? Do they have such things as bed scarves to accessorise with?

4 comments:

  1. Haha! Great post ... you know the topic is very close to my heart :) I don't think I've ever looked effortlessly chic in anything, let alone a raincoat! Laughed out loud about the other mum being pulled over by the police in her PJs!

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    1. Well I thought the police pullover was the worst (and funniest) story until I read about your ordeal! I would opt for the police over having to front school assembly in my PJ's any day :0)

      thanks for reading x

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  2. Although I don't have school aged children, I'm amazed at how often I hear about school drops offs and what mums wear and the little clicky groups, I think I'm worried about that part of school more than my son actually going to school!

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    1. It's not all that bad - well the day care was but that was a very specific case of a very affluent area and most of the mums where actually very nice; even the ones from TV who'd often just come from filming all freshly made-up-coiffed and gorgeous.
      It was all in my head, we all have the same problems.

      The school mums are terrific, when you get to know a few you realise that most of us are self conscious and intimidated by each other to begin with. The mums-group and day care cliques get broken up as their kids get separated into different classes. it's a lovely melting pot; I've made some terrific friends on the asphalt - with your personality you will too. x

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