That Brown Vest


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Adolescence, Advice, Attitude, Childrearing, Cleaning, Clothes, Communication, Confidence, Connections, Conversations, Daughters, Encouragement, Memories, Mother, Motherhood, Mothering, Parenting | Posted on 27-03-2017

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Every few years I get the urge to go through my closet and get rid of stuff. You can read about the last time I made such a purge here. Here is how I decreased the surplus population of my clothes. My goal is always to get rid of:

1. The ugly stuff.
2. The stuff that will never ever fit again.
3. The stuff that makes me feel uncomfortable, unconfident, and ugly.

I have had surprisingly a lot of stuff in each of these categories.

I filled three giant trash bags with jeans that are too tight, ruffled blouses that are hideous, pleated slacks that look shiny, and that sort of thing. All kinds of ugly.

I proudly announced to my daughter my feat: I got rid of all my ugly clothes!

What about that brown vest? She asked.

That. Brown. Vest?

Oh that. I guess I didn’t get rid of ALL my ugly clothes. That brown vest might be ugly, but it makes me happy, warm, and comfortable. In fact, I wore it on my last zoo outing with my youngest.

I think you look pretty in that ugly, brown vest, she said.

Well then, it’s a keeper!

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Rocking the $14 Dress


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Attitude, Body Image/Dieting, Clothes, Confidence, Fashion | Posted on 02-03-2017

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Confidence is wearing a $14 dress from Costco…and rocking it.

And accessorizing with $1 shell necklaces. And old tights. (Tights that you snagged when you hoisted them up and you’re hoping that the hole doesn’t show in the meeting. P.S. Why do they make tights so short, forcing you to hoist them up in the first place??)

And adding your go-to cardigan–black, of course–and comfortable square dance shoes. I wrote about those here.


I don’t have an amazing wardrobe or sense of style.

I don’t really need either one, what with my personality, confidence, and sense of humor. Ha!

Rock what you’ve got!

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The Sausage


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Clothes, Humor | Posted on 27-06-2016

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I’m shrinking! Not really.

But my new “slender” swimsuit? Whoa!

This one-piece swimsuit claims that it will make you look a whole size smaller.

No kidding. When you first step into the leg holes, be prepared to get sucked. Yanking and tugging the material up over your mid-section, you break a sweat. Then, there’s the stretching and pulling the suit up to your armpits. Whew, time for a water break. Finally, one arm strap then the other, and hooray! Time for the cool down. Afterward, I feel that post-workout accomplishment.

Then looking in the mirror, I’m like, damn! This suit doesn’t only make you look a whole size smaller, you are actually a whole size smaller. Because you lose a few pounds just putting the damn thing on. In the meantime, you kinda feel like a sausage.

Pass the mustard sunscreen.

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Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Adolescence, Childhood, Childrearing, Children, Clothes, Family, Fashion, Mothers and Sons, Relationships | Posted on 09-06-2016

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I love socks. Probably because my feet are usually cold.

When my children were little, I bought them the cutest socks. As an infant, my oldest had a pair with rattles built in and he’d bicycle kick his feet, with the biggest grin. I had read that black-and-white patterns make infants’ brains develop better, so of course they had their patterned socks. My daughter had adorable watermelon socks and ladybug socks. My youngest son had tie-dye socks I bought in Berkeley. I probably paid more for that “artisan” pair of socks than a whole pack of running socks for me!

Three years back, I wrote about our abundance of mismatched socks. How they sit lonely, unmatched in a drawer in the laundry room. Waiting, waiting for the perfect match. Then I wrote about how we turned those lonely socks into a happy Sock Puppet family. Check out the video:


I have a pair of yellow, smiley face socks that make me happy when I’m down. My daughter has polka-dot mushroom socks, unicorn-and-rainbow socks, and sloth socks. Sloth socks? I think they are supposed to make you feel relaxed. ūüôā

Then of course there are the very expensive athletic socks the guys wear these days. The socks that hit mid calf. I’m not sure what’s up with that style, but I’ll go with it. I mean, I remember being in middle school when no one wore socks. They were so uncool. You wore your Vans or Keds or Sperry Topsiders with no socks. Puberty + sweaty, unsocked feet = very stinky shoes.

My youngest son, who is now eleven years old, recently asked if he could have a pair of those guy socks. One pair, that’s it. Ah, peer pressure socks. My son is super sweet and doesn’t ask for much. So of course I bought him not one but six pairs of theses guy socks. The hugs and smile? Totally worth it! Hey, and at least they help to cut down on the stinky shoes.

It’s all about the socks.

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Just As You Are


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Clothes, Love, Uncategorized | Posted on 17-12-2015

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I like to wear anything as long as it’s cotton. I wrote about that here. For me, it’s about being comfortable and being me.

When I don my going-to-work-outfits, I cringe. Slacks, skirts, blouses. I hate them all. The minute I get home (OK, the sixth minute after I get home after greeting Otis and taking him out to pee), I rip off the agitating dresswear, throw it into a pile, and put on a T-shirt and sweatpants or jeans.


My husband likes my comfort wear because he knows it makes me happy. The first time we met in college, I wore a hoodie, jeans, and Nike basketball shoes. Not much has changed!

Like Mark Darcy says to Bridget Jones: “I like you very much just as you are.”

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The Sisterhood of the Traveling Panties


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Children, Clothes, Connections, Humor, Mother | Posted on 02-08-2014

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I’ll be brief.

So, I was in the underwear aisle at, um, Walmart. With so many choices of Hanes, this purchase was more daunting than I thought. Bikini, hipster, hi-cut, brief. And bigger than brief.

I’m usually in favor of the bikini cut. You know, enough coverage but with some zing.

The woman next to me started chatting. Because. I always seem to strike up conversations with strangers. Briefs were her panties of choice. Because they provide so much coverage.

After having children, I need to cover up all of that, she said. And she motioned around her belly and such.

Hmmmm. Something to ponder.

We instantly bonded. Motherhood. Sisterhood. It was like The Sisterhood of the Traveling Panties that forced me to grab the package of briefs. White, of course. No patterns anywhere.

When I got home, I excitedly tore open the package and tried on a pair.

Um. The waistband went up to my neck. Yeah, no.

Add some string and I’ve got a kite. Actually, ten kites. For $14.97. What a bargain!

I'll be brief…

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The Drawstring


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Clothes, Exercise, Humor, Pippi's poetry | Posted on 20-05-2014

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The Drawstring

Something was dangling

It was jingle jangling

The drawstring from my shorts

While on my run, of course

The shorts started slipping

My hands started gripping

Pulling them higher

But I’m no liar

It was easier to let the shorts fall

Exposing my crack and all

-Pesky Pippi

Just us

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I’m Gonna Pop Some Tags


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Clothes, Fun, Humor, Ideas, Imagination, Mothers and Sons, Pop Culture, Shopping | Posted on 25-10-2013

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“Hey Mom, can we go thrift shopping?”

My eight-year-old son is a natural ham. Bring him to Goodwill and he’s like what, what, what, what, what can I try on?

I wear your granddad’s clothes, I look incredible¬†

I’m in this big ass coat from that thrift shop down the road

We didn’t buy that big-ass pimp coat that day. But we did score a groovy polyester ’70’s button-down shirt and a full-length dookie brown dog costume for Halloween. Both for¬†twenty dollars in my pocket.


Here’s the original video:

Here’s a funny parody:

The Scarf


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Clothes, Fashion, Women | Posted on 13-02-2013

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I was given a very generous gift. A scarf.

Except. I’m not really a scarf-wearer. I’m more of a t-shirt-and-jeans wearer.

Coordinating work clothes puts me in a tizzy. What with the blouse, the cardigan, the skirt, the tights, the shoes, the accessories. It’s overwhelming to me.

But. I am thankful to receive presents.


I consulted my fashionista 10-year-old daughter and even checked out a fashion website––that details exactly how to wear a scarf. Did you know there’s a way to wear a scarf called The Neck Brace? And, yeah, when I checked myself in the mirror, I looked about as uncomfortable as someone wearing an actual neck brace. Stiff and awkward.

I tried the looping and the twisting and the wrapping. I paired my new lime green scarf with my black outfit, and headed into work. I walked into the meeting looking something like this.



What’s Lurking in Your Closet?


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Cleaning, Clothes, Women, Work | Posted on 16-01-2013

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What’s lurking in MY closet? I’ll tell you: crazy-ugly clothes.

But that was last week. Today they are gone. Yep, I got rid of 1/5 of my clothes. Just. Like. That.

Here’s how it went down. I was getting dressed for work and I was in a hurry. I tried on a black skirt and a black turtleneck sweater. I took off the black skirt because–for some lame reason–it wasn’t the SAME matching black as the sweater. I threw it onto the floor. So there I was, standing in my turtleneck sweater and tights. I’ll wear some boots, it’ll be swell. But what skirt? The grey one? Yeah, that’s it. I peered at my reflection. No! All wrong! I yanked off the boots and put on flats. I took another peek in the mirror. No! Still not right! I shimmied out of the tights and put on (boring) slacks. And grabbed my keys, purse, laptop, phone…and dashed out the door.

Ugh. I hate it when I’m feeling uncomfortable–and lacking confidence–in my clothes. I also hate it when I continue to make bad clothing purchases.

So I did what I had to do. When I got home, I proceeded to:

  1. Grab
  2. Assess
  3. Dump

Pilling sweaters. Skirts of strange lengths. Baggy blouses. Gaggy patterns. Hideous materials. Ill-fitting pants. These are all stuffed into giant bags destined for…donation.

Good riddance, skeletons!

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