Seriously, what is in the water in Santa Barbara? Not only did I see almost no frump whatsoever, these moms were all impossibly skinny, annoyingly youthful looking, and impeccably dressed. I was both inspired and intimidated. Take a look at what I encountered just while waiting in line to get in.
These were three moms who had at least six kids between them. Look at the cute jeans! Look at the footwear! Look at the lack of asses! They were effortlessly casual and comfortable. And lest you think these were the young, cute nannies, nope. I heard the kids calling them mom. Damn.
Now I'm inside the zoo, at the otter exhibit. My train of thought goes like this: "Wow, these otters are cute. Ok, they're cute but they stink. Holy crap, is that a professional blow-out? With THREE KIDS?"
Later, we're the zoo's playground area when I spot this get-up.
It may be hard to see, but suffice to say this outfit was on the level of what I'd wear out to a nice dinner. That is, if I had nice clothes and went out to nice dinners.
Like Columbus accidentally discovering America, I stumbled upon a territory barren of frump. I looked for it, I really, really did. Hats off to you, Santa Barbara moms. I alternately hate you and want to be just like you.