This.
The only activity that seems to draw the non-moms in my parish is the Altar Flower committee, oddly enough. Luckily for me, the women on our Altar Flower committee rock. And seriously, it’s a couple of single women, a bunch of married childless women, and a couple of empty nesters.
I think for the most part my parish is not too terribly hard-nosed about wardrobe. I can often spot a newbie in the parish pretty quickly because of the fact that they don’t quite “fit in” - they’re wearing a bit more makeup than everyone else, or their skirt is just a little shorter than everyone else’s, or they’re not veiling, or something like that. But I’ve noticed of these women that the more they come back, their style tends to change. I know mine did, even with just little subtle things. And I don’t think it’s because they feel like the priests are yelling “CONFORM!!” from the pulpit. It’s more that people sensibilities change when they start taking their religion more seriously, and part of that change is a natural drift towards modesty. I love that my priests teach regularly about the dignity of women, and the respect that men should show towards women, and how women should act appropriately so that they will be treated with this respect. I also love how young men in my parish will open my door, or give me the right of way, simply as a “gentlemanly” action.
Once, when I was in the kitchen with a couple of ladies at church, we had a long discussion about how it was really nice to have the liberty to simply be women when we were at church, and let the men do the “men” things and the women do the “women” things. It’s nice to be around women who don’t look at you funny when you wear a skirt, and to be around men who treat women with respect simply because they are women. It’s nice to be around women who don’t look at you odd when you say that you don’t want women priests because God said it should be men and that’s perfectly okay with you. It’s also nice to be around strong, manly priests who take their “Father” role very seriously.
That being said, I go to daily Mass @ 6:30a 3-4 days a week in pants, because I’m going right before work. There are men there in jeans and mechanic shirts, and polos and khakis, and women in ponytails and no makeup who want a bit of quiet time before their kids wake up.

While worshiping God is a priority, those of us who make it a high enough priority to be at daily Mass also know that sometimes we have to work it in our busy schedule out here in the world.
Also? There are multiple blogs who I visit on rare occasions but I have to close the page after a while because I lose my peace. They are either preachy, or self-absorbed, or are telling me something is wrong about me that I know is not wrong. For example, I believe that abortion is wrong, but I don’t feel a strong call to protest abortion clinics during events like 40 Days for Life. I also don’t feel a strong call to work with the poor like the Third Order for the Missionaries of Charity. However, I do feel a strong call to spend much time in prayer, both at church and in my personal life, and to conform to the will of God by giving Him glory as often as I am able. This desire to pray means that I spend a
lot of time in front of the Tabernacle in prayer, time when I don’t see the women who protest outside of abortion clinics or who volunteer to work with the poor. Does that make what I do or what they do any more or less important? No. Which is why I get so cranky when I hear bloggers (mostly men) make “Good Catholic women should …” Well, maybe some, but not me.
That’s probably way too many points to make in one post, and for my excessive loquaciousness I am heartily sorry.
Pray to know God’s will for you, and for you to have the strength to do what He is asking of you to do right now, in this present moment. As a
very recent Audio Sancto homily states, God is giving you the opportunity to grow in holiness right here, right now. Tell God that you Love him and desire to grow closer to Him right now, and He will help you follow the path that He is leading you on. Also? All that talk about having to deal with peanut butter in little Sally’s hair will make you appreciate not having kids, just a little bit I bet.