Aside from trying to 'one up' each other on the trials and tribulations of the daily grind, we were busy discussing how much our styles have changed since having kids. You have to understand, when we first met, I was running the club that she bartended at, so our 'uniform' such as it was, consisted of black everything. Black pants, black shirts, black shoes.... you get the idea. But once we 'grew up' (which for me involved getting a '9-5' gig, and for her meant finishing her degree and getting a 'real' job in finance) we had to ditch the 'all black' get up and get something a bit more, well, corporate.
So we kind of went from looking like this:
|(Okay, that might be a stretch, our skirts were definitely longer, but you get the idea)|
And then we both stopped working to look after our little ones and looked more like this:
|Alright so we were never THAT stylish, but, well, you get the point...|
The conversation went a little like this.
Her: 'I can't believe I dragged J around shopping for three hours and all I bought for him was snacks and a drink. Not one item of clothing, no toys, nothing! It's a miracle'
Me: 'I know! I don't think I've managed to do that since Little P was born. How liberating.'
And of course, once we found out that we had both gone the 'preppy' route, we were just about besides ourselves with laughter. 'My how the times they have changed.'
And that's fine. Actually, it's better than fine. I'm not sure what the word is, but it's better. People change, they adapt. We develop the 'style' that works for us right then and now. In ten years time, it
So till next time, go on, embrace the change. It's a thrilling experience.