Ugh, the after-party. Otherwise known as post-partum. The part of motherhood where I lose 13 pounds in two weeks, look in the mirror and say, "Wow, I look skinny!" and then go to put an old pair of jeans on and discover I can't even pull them up past my knees. So I'm still wearing maternity pants, but since I no longer have a belly to hold them up, well, they tend to fall down. And then I have to find a shirt that fits at the top, but still covers the elastic band on my pants. Thus my wardrobe of choice these days tends to be sweat pants and plain old t-shirts leftover from high school and college. Real self-esteem boosters.
Thankfully the cutest accessory arrived two weeks ago, and when I wear it no one notices my baggy pants and big t-shirts.