So I googled "picture of a frumpy housewife today." Why, you ask? Because I half expected to see a picture of myself! I was quiet pleased that they haven't added my picture to the google search engine quite yet. Maybe if I skipped the bra under my t-shirt and wore slippers instead of shoes they would feel obliged to add my mug to the gallery. But they did have a picture of Liz Taylor. Huh? Okay, I do think she's frumpy in a gold and heavy make-up sort of way.
I also found this article from USA Today:
Mom, it seems, doesn't want to check her sexuality at the picket-fence gate anymore.
" 'Yummy mummies' we call them in Australia," says Anna Johnson, the author of Three Black Skirts: All You Need to Survive. "They have kitten heels, cleavage, and they don't cut their hair short." Johnson, 38 and pregnant for the first time, hopes to follow the Prada-lined path blazed by sultry moms such as Uma Thurman. "You're handing your body and your life over to your baby, but you don't have to hand your style over to your baby."
So, today I am going to begin my "Yummy Mummy" makeover. I want to be pretty. I need to feel refreshed and on top of the world. I'm sick of the frumpy me. So, here I come yummy mummy!!!! Just after I clean my house, pick up dog poop, do laundry, and clean the bathrooms. Oh, yeah, and after I find my high heel shoes and perfume. I think I own those things.....