Leggings to Luxe: My Style Comeback Story
Like so many women, I lost myself in motherhood (before I truly found myself).
Somewhere between late-night feeds, prepping tiny bento-box meals, and logging playground hours in every kind of weather, I stopped recognizing the woman in the mirror. My wardrobe? A sea of black leggings and oversized tees- stretchy, easy, and guaranteed to survive everything from spit-up to spaghetti night.
One rainy spring evening, my dearest friends – all of us deep in the early stages of motherhood – finally pulled off a rare dinner out after endless texts and the usual calendar chaos. As a mom of three, nights like this were gold: a glass of wine, real conversation, and maybe even a warm meal. I needed the reminder of who I was outside of snack duty and bedtime routines, and I wasn’t about to miss it.
That evening, between bath time and bedtime cuddles, I did my best to stay on schedule. But as I finally turned to get myself ready, panic set in – I had nothing to wear. Just leggings. Leggings... or leggings. I turned to my husband more than once and said, “This is ridiculous. Why am I even bothering? When did this happen? I should cancel.”
I didn’t.
I dressed up some leggings, avoided a final glance in the mirror, and got in the car.
And thank goodness.
Somewhere between hugs, settling in, and the waitress circling back for the third time because none of us had looked at the menu, we finally placed our orders. Then, as always, the conversation turned to everything – life, partners, motherhood, sleep (or lack thereof)... nothing was off the table. And at some point, I glanced down and realized…
I was wearing leggings. As pants. To dinner. And this wasn’t my “doing the most” outfit- this was genuinely the best I had.
I blurted it out, laughing, and my friends immediately chimed in with their own wardrobe confessions. Some had made it out in jeans, others proudly hiked up their sweaters to reveal leggings too. We were all in the same boat.
But for me, that moment was a quiet click. The realization that I deserved more than leggings as the foundation of my wardrobe. Do I hate leggings? Not at all. I still wear and love them. But now, they’re no longer my only option.
Not long after that night, I started to rebuild my connection to style. I carved out time- just a little at first- to explore what I liked again. I created new Pinterest boards full of dreamy outfits (some still make me swoon), explored trends, tested pieces, and slowly built a wardrobe that actually felt like me.
That shift – small but mighty, is what led me back to styling. It became part of my self-care, a quiet way of saying, “Hey, I still matter in all this.”
These days, styling is more than clothes – it’s a way of honouring who I am and how far I’ve come. What began as a creative outlet, a way back to myself, has grown into something more: a calling to help other women come home to themselves, too.
Because style isn’t superficial. It’s expression. It’s confidence. It’s reigniting the spark that stress, seasons of survival, or simply life may have dimmed. Watching women light back up, step into their power, and finally see themselves again- that’s why I stayed. That’s why I built Style & Weekends.
So whether you’re in leggings every day or halfway to a closet that feels like magic- you’re not behind. You’re just beginning.
And I’m so glad you’re here.
Let’s keep growing together.
Always in your corner,
Vickie
