Rock’n Roll Mom And Her Little Rebels

Rock’n Roll Mom And Her Little Rebels

“Don’t you dare turn the dial. Let me hear this song. I‘m gonna teach you kids about real Rock’n Roll.”

I’m on the highway with my car overflowing with rowdy little boys. My son’s in the passenger’s seat driving me crazy with his terrible DJ’ing switching between stations precisely when a good song comes on. Finally, there is some decent music to help me survive the day.

“The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire.”

“The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire.”

This is cool. Everybody’s rocking out.

Mmm. These Norwegian kids are actually learning some English from this. I’m such a good mom teaching kids valuable skills on the go while juggling family and business like a real power woman.

“We don’t need no water let the motherfucker burn.”

“Burn Motherfucker Burn.”

The car explodes with little boys screaming:

“Motherfucker. Ha ha. Did you hear that? Motherfucker!”

Oh holy shit. The kids are gonna come home cursing like adorable little death metal rockers because of me.

What’s next?

Piercing and tattoos?

My son won’t get a single play date ever again. He’ll be the cute kid with the irresponsible mother they have to protect their children against.

This might make me the black sheep of the neighborhood but I have decided to follow Chrissy Hynde’s example: stop pretending to be a responsible cookie baking kind of mother and instead fully embrace my inner rock’n roll mom.

Taking up smoking would just make me cough too much and maybe even puke, so how can I get into the rock groove as fast and easy as possible.

The answer of course is getting my dirty hands on the ultimate rebel garment: A leather jacket.

Now if I was a really bad mom I would of course go out and flirt with a bearded, tattooed guy just to steal his jacket, but since there’s still an ounce of goodness left in me I think I’ll go shopping instead.

Here’s a quick look at my favorite Rock Mom Leather Jackets:

You’re Too Old To Dress Like That!

You’re Too Old To Dress Like That!

Who do you think you are Hilde?!?

You can’t dress like that.
That dress is way too sexy for someone your age. Ever heard the expression “mutton dressed as lamb?”

My inner critic was getting all riled up and had even taken on a posh British accent since I finally had made it to London and was shopping on beautiful Regent Street.

I didn’t dare walk into the Karen Millen store. A gorgeous feminine palace full of sexy man-eater dresses that were just a tad too expensive. Not a place for a suburban mom like me.

I scraped some courage from the bottom of my purse, sneaked inside, and tried it on.

The dress fit me like a glove.

Still I wasn’t the type to dress like that. I was a respectable slightly boring mom wasn’t I? My young wild days were long gone.

Looking for some objective feedback I asked some cute, young American girls for their honest opinion. I couldn’t detect any deceit in their eyes when they said the dress was perfect, so I pulled out my credit card.
The Sexy Dress was left hanging all alone in my wardrobe for 2 months.

I wore on the first warm summer day and felt like such a fraud.

I was self-consciously pulling it down to cover my wrinkled knees and imagined people talking about me behind my back. “Look at her.”

The next time felt much easier and before long I was so at ease in it that I even wore it to work.

Now the dress is the star in my About page photo and it was worth every single penny.

I’m so happy I silenced that inner voice and took a chance on a new exciting garment that turned ME into a new exciting person.

We all have ideas about who we should be and how we should look, but are these old ideas really in our best interest?

Are we projecting a brave and powerful image to our clients?

Are we strong and inspiring role models for younger women?

 

How would YOU dress if you could look at yourself objectively and see yourself in the same positive light that other people do?

I bet you would be sexy, vibrant, edgy, power- and colorful!

Do you perhaps also have amazing garments crying in the closet because they never get to go to the party?

Or – have you longingly stared at that perfect dress in the store window and thought that it wasn’t for you?

I’m dying to hear your stories.

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