The thing is, frump is tempting. It's bizarrely enticing to imagine truly not caring anymore about what you look like. We're supposed to care about what's on the inside anyways, right? Visions of gigantic sweats and comfortable shoes and ponytails dance in our mommy-addled heads. There's this sneaky little voice inside us saying, "Hey, as long as my kid looks cute, I can look like the backend of an orangutan."
No one is saying that you can't frump out on occasion. I'm OFTEN teetering on the precipice, dangling one unmanicured toe into the churning waters of frump. Heck, I'm sure even Jackie Kennedy got her frump on once in a great while, at least while she had small children. But the amount of quality time one spends traveling in Frumpistan can certainly be managed.
The reason I've decided to write about this is because ever since becoming a mom, the sheer amount of frump that I encounter out there in momdom is staggering. I also come across women who blow me away with their effortless, comfy style. So I know there are likeminded women out there, fighting the good frump fight. Maybe, just maybe, we can band together to help stamp out a tiny bit of frump in the world and replace it with something nice to look at.
