Summer wardrobe essentials for the approaching-thirty mom.
Because nipples that have breastfed two children have no shame, and most buildings nowadays are enthusiastically air-conditioned.
Not because I'd like to flaunt my hips at you, but because my stomach doesn't like to be reminded that it's supposed to fit inside a waistband.
Because the less leg I have to shave on a hot day, the better. Actually, forget it. No one's looking at my legs anyway.
Because arm flab likes its time in the summer sun, too, you know.
Now it's time to go flip through the Urban Outfitters catalog and pretend I'm a bulimic suburban teenager with daddy's credit card in hand.