The name of this blog comes from what my sister and I used to ask ourselves in middle school. Somehow when the other girls had slick and perky ponytails ours were low and frizzy. The jeans we got from Mervyn's never looked quite right, and, in spite of our many (not-always-apparent-to-us) talents, we were always asking each other if our clothes "looked typical." Now that I'm a middle-aged, working Bethesda mom of 3, I like to think I've grown out of the desire to "look typical," but every once and a while--no, basically every day--I still wonder. One would think I'd want to blog about parenting three delightful boys or teaching middle and high school English for over 20 years or even being married to a DC economist, but this is a fluffy fashion blog. Oh, and I know nothing about fashion.
This blog is supposed to recreate the feeling of "getting ready" with friends--the way we did in our teens and twenties--before the cost and hassle of babysitting, let alone the rarity of actually going out, made "getting ready" a ridiculous idea. This blog is about what to wear when you teach middle school and always have coffee and ink stains on your shirt, or when you have two minutes to get out the door and drive a messy minivan full of boys to countless sporting events and then have a fancy economist dinner to attend in the evening. I am not a fashionable person at all, and I don't even strive to be, but living in a household full of boys and working full time, I thought it would be fun to discuss girly, mind-numbing things once and a while. So, please join me as I take on the role of yuppy soccer mom grown up and ask myself the age-old question, "Do I look Typical?"
This blog is supposed to recreate the feeling of "getting ready" with friends--the way we did in our teens and twenties--before the cost and hassle of babysitting, let alone the rarity of actually going out, made "getting ready" a ridiculous idea. This blog is about what to wear when you teach middle school and always have coffee and ink stains on your shirt, or when you have two minutes to get out the door and drive a messy minivan full of boys to countless sporting events and then have a fancy economist dinner to attend in the evening. I am not a fashionable person at all, and I don't even strive to be, but living in a household full of boys and working full time, I thought it would be fun to discuss girly, mind-numbing things once and a while. So, please join me as I take on the role of yuppy soccer mom grown up and ask myself the age-old question, "Do I look Typical?"