I’m not too picky about clothes. I love cotton, I enjoy being able to dress comfortably on a daily basis due to my full time mom position - and I enjoyed it when I worked as an Art Director too. I’ve had people tell me I look ‘hip’ and I always feel a little relieved as my style consists of things that I feel comfortable wearing. T-shirts, jeans and converse are often the uniform I must admit. Sure we’ve got our ‘Crimes of Fashion’ section on here which is chock full of style oddities, they’re definitely out there and they give us a great laugh so we thought it would be fun to share them. But really, I set the bar fairly low, don’t go out in public in your jammies, and a few other simple guidelines and you wont end up in our C of F section.

Having said all that there’s this other end of the spectrum that makes me laugh in a whole different way - the fancy Mamas. My daughter is a lover of all things fancy, after all she’s a 3yr old girl. So when these ladies pop up at the park, dressed in their best they catch her eye just as much as they catch mine. “Look Mama, she’s fancy!” -Yes honey, I see. “Why is she so fancy?” -I have no idea sweetheart.

We went to the park today and spotted a mom in a neatly pressed white collared blouse, wading her way through the sand in her tidy, pointy black heels. What happened mom? She waved as her daughter pleaded with her to climb up on the equipment with her and play. The child got a smile and a wave but the tiny holes in the play equipment (designed for draining sand) would eat high heels for breakfast, if anyone would ever attempt such feats. Now lets give this woman the benefit of the doubt and assume she came right after work, her expensive trousers looked very office friendly - park unfriendly. So perhaps she gets props just for making the effort to bring her daughter to a park, despite the awkward nature of the scenario.

Still, this isn’t my first sighting of laughable park attire. There’s a mom I’ve spotted on a few occasions at our neighborhood park that, in the summer time, likes to don 6 inch heels, Daisy Duke shorts and halter blouses that would make a bar bitch blush. It pains me to see it practically, to watch her daughter (again the mother of a daughter) attempt to coax her mother into playing with her on the equipment while her mom lunges across the play area, scrambling over wood chips to simply wave a little closer at her kid as she goes across the monkey bars. In this case - no way the mom just came from work. It’s mid-morning and the mom woke up, thought to herself, “Well, we’re going to the park and it’s hot out, I know - I’ll wear my some of my sexy clothes!”

I really don’t care what anyone wears to the park as long as they can navigate the park enough to play with their kid. That’s why they’re there is it not?! It’s not a singles bar or an office or a fashion show. When you’re going somewhere that’s built, designed and created for children try to wrap your head around that, put on your most stylish flats, your trendiest Capri pants and the snazziest cotton tank top you can get your hands if that’s what floats your boat. You don’t have to wear my uniform but at least wear something that will allow you to play with your kid(s). Because when you ask kids what they want, nine times out of ten it’s more time playing with their parents.