Today's post is a twofer, inspired by a couple of reader questions I received via Insta.
- Does comfort and style exist? Can you wear yoga pants but still be stylish? and
- I need a Mom Uniform for fall; help me.
The answer to the first question is a resounding "yes," and am certain that it is so, because otherwise I would be naked. There is just no power on earth (except for, perhaps, the possibility of a date with Jason Momoa) that could get me out of the house attired in clothing that makes me feel restricted in any way.
I try, I do: I put on something fabulous and uncomfortable...and then I change, and end up in a sweatshirt and jeans. And I'm okay with that, because it's my belief that 90% of looking good is feeling good - and so that's what I wear: what feels good.