Especially with a newborn and two year old. At least, externally. I refuse to wear anything that needs to be drycleaned as I’m almost always smeared with peanut butter, spit up or worse.
Not to mention the lack of time/motivation I have to do my hair and makeup. I confess that for the most part, the general impression I must give people is “pathetically harried”, not “absurdly classy”.
I’ll just have to concentrate on cultivating class inwardly.

