Top Mom™? Not this mom, anyway.
In the
September issue of US Vogue, there is a feature on Gwyneth Paltrow and her
upcoming cookbook. Now, I’m neither a foodie nor a particularly avid fan of Ms
Paltrow, but when I treat myself to a magazine I tend to read most of it no
matter the topic. As long as the writer is a good wordsmith, I’ll read just
about anything.
Suddenly, therefore, I found myself face-to-face with an extremely polished Gwyneth in an extremely polished kitchen with the slightest hints of family life strewn around in a fake-messed up fashion. The text on the picture read “Top Mom”. Is this, then, what a mama should aspire to in the A/W of 2010? If that is so, please count me out. My life is strewn with sticky fingerprints, knife marks in the kitchen table, pastel chalk drawings on the door (of the unwanted kind) and practical clothes. I am un-bloody-believably messy, and have a temper to match the red hair I was not born with but still love to have. I can cook decently on a need-to-do basis, and sew an acceptable children’s garment when I want to, but topmomship is miles away from what I feel is attainable. Stretching after the polishedness of a smiling Gwyneth doesn’t as much inspire me as it does intimidate me.
Tomorrow, I’ll wear my Batman top with my favourite pair of little brother jeans (y’know, like boyfriend jeans only it’s my not-so-little brother who’s handed them down) and see the look in my five-year-old’s eyes. I may not be a Top Mom™, but I can be quite the cool mama.
Suddenly, therefore, I found myself face-to-face with an extremely polished Gwyneth in an extremely polished kitchen with the slightest hints of family life strewn around in a fake-messed up fashion. The text on the picture read “Top Mom”. Is this, then, what a mama should aspire to in the A/W of 2010? If that is so, please count me out. My life is strewn with sticky fingerprints, knife marks in the kitchen table, pastel chalk drawings on the door (of the unwanted kind) and practical clothes. I am un-bloody-believably messy, and have a temper to match the red hair I was not born with but still love to have. I can cook decently on a need-to-do basis, and sew an acceptable children’s garment when I want to, but topmomship is miles away from what I feel is attainable. Stretching after the polishedness of a smiling Gwyneth doesn’t as much inspire me as it does intimidate me.
Tomorrow, I’ll wear my Batman top with my favourite pair of little brother jeans (y’know, like boyfriend jeans only it’s my not-so-little brother who’s handed them down) and see the look in my five-year-old’s eyes. I may not be a Top Mom™, but I can be quite the cool mama.