The best way to describe my fashion style is... colourful. I have one black dress in my wardrobe I bought to look professional. It’s not me. It taunts me from the hanger. I flip between selling it on Facebook Marketplace and keeping it as a reminder that black isn’t my thing.
Enough about black; I’m boring myself.
Since wearing a tartan silk bubble skirt to my school formal in the 90s, my love affair with colourful clothing has continued. Until now. Because the teens aren’t happy.
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As toddlers, they might have thought that their mum wearing play dough coloured clothes and tutus was cool. But a teen does not.
I’ve seen the embarrassment of mates asking if I really have pink hair. They have also asked me to wear 'normal' clothes to watch the rugby.
I have lost countless nights' sleep worrying about whether I should tone it down for the kids. I mean, I have always said I’d do anything for them. Is it too much to ask that I dress differently to look normal? Am I risking my precious relationship with my teens by not changing for them?
Yep, mum guilt is real. Even when it’s simply about what I wear and how I colour my hair...
So, what did I decide?
Well, the title of the story gives it away.
I did nothing.
When I say I did nothing, I mean I did nothing about my appearance. Instead, I explained why I wear the clothes I do, and I hope they can be okay with it.
This is what I told them:
I want them to see me.
Not in a profound and philosophical way, but literally, physically, see me. I have spent the last decade spending my Saturday and Sunday mornings on the side of a sporting pitch, yet I can’t tell you how often I get told that I never go to games.