Welcome to The Motherchic (formerly Sisters to Sons).
The Mother What???
The Mother Chick? Is that how you say it? No, this is the Motherchic. Like “the Mothership”, just chic-er. The name has many interpretations, one being the analogy that moms are motherships – a headquarters for EVERYTHING! We are pretty much strong, unbreakable spacecrafts. Now let that sink in a sec….
And the “chic” part is the twist on fashion – because motherhood isn’t always glamorous, but there is no shame in trying. We deserve to feel great about ourselves and if I can introduce you to some cute new booties or a dramatic poofy skirt or a cheeky sweatshirt that makes you feel like a rockstar mom, well, then my work is done
Consider this blog the collision of parenting and fashion. You’ll get honest, real mom reflections on parenthood filled with emotions all over the spectrum. Sometimes I’m witty and sarcastic, sometimes you might laugh, and sometimes you might cry – all of which totally depends on my kids and their behavior or lack thereof. I’ll also deliver tidbits of accessible, wearable fashion with a focus on taking the basic “mom uniform” up a notch. And I love a good sale, so if there’s one worth shopping, I’ll be all over it and deliver the goods to all of you.
Let Me Introduce Myself
I’m a Philly native who married her high school sweetheart and the second oldest daughter of 5 girls. These days my life is has completely switched gears as I’m trying to figure out how to raise 4 little boys. As a former elementary school teacher who could maintain control over a class of 25 kids, I end each day home with my boys with a dramatic flop on the couch thinking what the heck did these kids do to me? No really, they are insane. Cute, but insane.
A little about me…
I love….. writing, cozy boots, ripped skinny jeans, barre class and baked goods (in that order), dry shampoo, and will never say no to a full bodied glass of cabernet (these days it’s milkshakes because, you know…. pregnancy).
Special talents include…. wiping my counter tops 87 times per day, maintaining a laundry basket full of unmatched socks at all times, breaking up wrestling matches and/or ignoring them depending on the amount of patience I have left in my daily meter, throwing “O’dell’s” to my boys in the living room, and getting them all out the door by 8am clothed (not necessarily weather appropriate), fed, and with semi-brushed teeth. Yes, these days, that is a talent.
Thank you for stopping by – I hope you love reading this blog as much as I enjoy writing it.