Here is round 2 of my guilty pleasures, and this one, well I am truly guilty of and not in a good guilty pleasure kinda way. Here goes – I like to indulge in a little weekend wear in the form of PINK. Yep-I said it. I, a 37 year old Modern Mom, indulges in a little PINK clothing from time to time.
I’m not sure what comes over me to even set foot in the 20 something store. I fundamentally know when you see underwear that say in sparkly letters ‘ Here for a good time’ on the bum that I should turn around and run out of the store knocking over displays as I go but…I continue to shop. Not for sparkly underwear – Mr. Modern would mock me forever and who needs that. Nope I don’t go for the sparkly underwear. I go for the comfy clothes like the sweats, hoodies and t-shirts.
Sweats, hoodies and t-shirts you say. What could possibly be wrong with that? Well even those items can go horribly wrong. Nothing says classy like PINK across my Modern Mom bum. However – I am proud to say that I have never purchased the PINK sweats with the writing on the bum…but I have tried them on. I favor the sweats that have the PINK label running down my 37 year old leg – cause you know – that’s how I roll. I have several styles of PINK sweats but my worst sweats purchase was the PINK boyfriend pants. Now this particular pair of sweats has a funny cut on the bum – Let’s just say that Mr. Modern told me it looked like I was wearing a diaper when I had them on. Now – no girl wants to hear that they look like they are wearing a diaper so those sweats were quickly filed in the don’t wear me pile of shame.
My PINK t-shirt and hoodie collection are pretty safe(relatively speaking). My only OMG t-shirt purchase was the shirt that said PINK right across the front of my chest. Nothing says ‘Hey there! Look at my PINK boobs’ like a shirt with print across my breasts. What was I thinking? This particular shirt has also been added to my don’t wear me pile of shame.
The most beautiful thing about a guilty pleasure is that even though I know I should not indulge in my pleasure I can. What’s life without a guilty pleasure or two? So when you see me on my way to pick up my Mini’s from school in my PINK terrycloth pants try not to laugh…to loudly.