Clothes. I rarely admit the following to anyone outside my inner, inner circle because it seems vain, but I love clothes. Clothes -- current fashion, everyday dressing, the history of costume, the whole darn ball of string -- fascinate me. Never mind that I never seem to come close to achieving real sartorial savvy in my work-a-day life. I've got the most brilliant outfits swimming around in my head, sort of existing (for now) as Platonic ideals.
Anyway, my awareness of clothes has become even more heightened since becoming pregnant. I've put on maybe one or two pounds and I would venture to say that to all but the most suspicious of eyes, any change in my figure is imperceptible. However, as I am a bit on the paranoid side, I'm on a wardrobe-editing rampage, rejecting outfits if I think they might hint even the slightest bit that I'm pregnant. So, even though the current trends of big volume and empire-waists might seem a God-send for someone seeking to hide a pregnancy, I see it the other way. It looks like you're trying to hide something. Plus, I've never been an empire-waist kind-of-gal, so that, in itself, might be a giveaway to anyone who was actually paying attention. Then, on the other hand, anything too slim makes me nervous because I wonder if I'm putting that pound or two I've gained on high-alert display. The middle-ground, of course, is what I've been sticking to, but I've been feeling quite dissatisfied with the aesthetics. I'm getting sick of untucked shirts over wide-leg trousers.
It saddens me that I can't wear some of the cute things I acquired recently. The A.P.C. shirt dress for example as well as the Isabel Marant wrap dress with the all-over Queen Victoria pattern (it's got a higher waist -- not quite empire -- but higher). The Tsumori Chisato dusty-pink top is out too because it's a trapeze silhouette (volume).
It'll be interesting how I deal with dressing an every increasing baby bump. I hope it's a graceful sight to behold.
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