I'm just a little pony. A clotheshorse would have a lot more options in her closet than I do.
The Bottoms: I've got my beige stretchy linen pants; the same ones in black; two pairs of jeans (was going to muddle through with one, but my thighs and butt got too big); one pair of black fancy-pants for showing up at occasional work meetings and going to weddings; one light blue skirt — long, stretchy, drawstring, not officially a "maternity" skirt, but it works; one pair of Indonesian wrap-around pants that also predate the pregnancy, and also kind-of work; three pairs of stretchy yoga pants that I've also had for years, and will have to throw away soon after the birth due to current over-taxing of the elastic fibers.
The Tops: A diminishing catalogue of pre-pregnancy t-shirts that can still fit, though often over an extra long tank top to cover my lower belly; two short sleeved — blue, green —and two long sleeved — black, white — super-stretchy maternity shirts that have gathers up the sides; one fancy long-sleeved top with plunging neckline and black and white swirls, for weddings; three tank tops, very stretchy, in black, white, and green; one super-cute stretchy empire waist sleeveless layered top in a pattern of light blue and white flowers with squiggly black outlines.
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