My husband recently forward me an Associated Press article entitled “Jeans face an uncertain future amid yoga wear rage.” The article said good ol’ denim sales were down 6% last year. Um, one look at the drop off line at school and I could have told you that, AP. This is what I wear most days – yoga pants and a Target tank top. I call it my “mom uniform.”
One morning, my son accused me of not being dressed and I said, “I’m dressed!” My daughter barely glanced at me and said, “That’s what she wears. She doesn’t wear real clothes.” “Huh?” I said, pointing at my yoga pants, “These aren't real clothes?!” And now the press has proven I’m not alone. We’re all wearing yoga pants. Why? I’ll tell you why!
- Because yoga pants are stretchy and comfy and forgiving. They don’t care if I’ve polished off my daughter’s mac n’ cheese every day for five weeks running.
- Because yoga pants are black and they hide (almost) any kid schmultz my son spreads on me.
- Because yoga pants are “athleta-wear” and I lie to myself and say I’m going to exercise and I don’t want to change twice.
- Because my muffin-top doesn’t flop over my yoga pants like it does in jeans. I can almost tuck it in, Spanx-style, into the top of my yoga pants.
- Because they’re easy to pull on and those 20 seconds it takes to zip and button my jeans aren’t seconds I’m willing to spare.
- Because my fashion sense died when I had kids.
- Because I’m too busy packing snacks, making lunch, fixing breakfast, braiding hair, finding matching socks, stuffing backpacks, putting on shoes to spend time on myself.
- Because I rarely leave the house anyway.
- Because who the hell am I dressing up for? An audience of preschoolers?
- Because I don’t really give a crap.