Operation DeFrumpify: An Attempt to Care About How I Look

Operation DeFrumpify

It’s so cliché–Woman becomes harried mother of small children, loses all sense of style (provided she had one to begin with…), goes out in public in saggy yoga pants and a stained t-shirt. Said woman fights to reclaim her sense of self by finally prioritizing personal hygiene and putting on “real clothes”.

I feel like I’ve seen that movie before…

I’ll admit I’ve fallen hard and fast into that cliché, for real. Showers feel like a rare day at the spa.  That is, if the spa includes tiny voyeurs who come in every two minutes to tell you that they’re hungry or pooping or Queen Elsa or whatever. (Theoretically. I’ve never spent a whole day at a spa. But I’m totally game to try…) I’m pretty sure my makeup would have required carbon dating to figure out its age. I had literally no clothes that fit after my son (kid #2) was born. I bought a couple pairs of sweatpants and some cheap-o t-shirts to keep me clothed until the pregnancy weight disappeared again.

Oh, wait. It didn’t.

There’s a long story for you. Suffice it to say that I’ve had to buy new (bigger) pants several times since then. Pre-existing autoimmune chronic fatigue and years of sleep deprivation don’t mix well, if you know what I’m saying. (Cough, cortisol, insulin, cough) I’m still crawling out of that deep, deep hole with extra weight and a complex about sleeping as my souvenirs.

So there is definitely some work to be done in the personal appearance category.

The problem for me is that I DON’T CARE. Most of the time. It truly makes me no difference if someone at the grocery store thinks my outfit or my nasty three-day-old mom bun is acceptable. I’m too busy obtaining sustenance for my family and, frankly, I’m still too damn tired to care.

But I kind of want to care.

At my age (early 30s), it’s probably about time to figure out my own sense of style–beyond my comfiest pair of leggings and a sweater that self-identifies as a blanket (pic below of my sick day uniform as such…😬). I mean, I’m pretty much a blank slate other than my obsessive love of black and gray. It sounds fun to discover what I truly like! Maybe I’ll fall in love with [gasp] color! My black-obsessed brother would hate that…


So because I need more projects (No, no I don’t.), I am commencing Operation DeFrumpify: An Attempt to Care About How I Look. Let’s see if that helps me get my groove back, shall we?

Let’s break this down into actionable steps. Because #overlypractical.

  • Buy less toxic makeup and skincare
    • CHECK- more on that later. It’s a long story.
  • Get my hair did.
    • If I can get over this stupid cold, I’m going to go see my stylist (my little bro) at my parents’ house this weekend. Which had better happen, considering he usually is clear across the country and I don’t trust anyone else to not give me a mullet. I love my curly hair, but MAN have I had some doozy haircuts.
    • Oh, and I have to figure out what color I want. Last time was emerald green, which was super fun. Right now, though, it just looks like I’ve been swimming in a chloriney pool too long. (No, I actually haven’t been. Sad.)
  • Clean out closet. If it doesn’t spark joy, it goes. Buh-bye.
    • I have to figure out how to let go of things even if I *should* like them but don’t. Or things that I might like in the future. Or things that I like but just aren’t comfortable enough (eg. PANTS!!! Hate pants. Pants are nemesis.).
  • Go to store. Try on stuff.
    • This is kind of a big deal. I have so rarely tried things on with my “new” body that I have NO IDEA what is potentially flattering and what is obviously hideous. It’s much different dressing a stick figure than it is having to accommodate a mummy tummy. (Ew. Hate that term. Must eradicate stomach fat solely to avoid use of term in future.)
  • Find pot of gold in order to afford new basic wardrobe.
    • There’s not a lot in the budget for such “frivolous” things as new clothes right now. I’ve learned that quality does actually matter (to a point), so I’m not as in to the lowest-of-the-low-price bargain bins as I used to be. Ex.- I spent $6 each on two shirts at Old Navy last year. Score! One was only worn once, then shrank so badly I considered giving it to my five-year-old. The other has been worn a couple times but has also shrunk and started to pill. Not to say that Old Navy is bad, I’ve had plenty of decent stuff from there, but it’s taking a risk of crappiness. I could have used that $12 toward a decent t-shirt on sale somewhere else with better quality and customer service, like Nordstrom or Everlane.
    • ANYWAY. I’m cheap. Big hurdle.
  • Actually put into action the lifestyle things I’ve been reading about. Meditation and mindfulness will go a long way to make me not appear so frazzled.

I’ll post my progress (or regression 😬) on Instagram @roguepharmacist. Stay tuned for when I eventually make an effort and take a picture!

What are your defrumpification goals? Any amazing tips or tricks? Should I just give up before I get started? 😂

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