Having teenage daughters is interesting for many, many reasons.
But especially when it comes to clothes – MY clothes.
Take yesterday for instance.
I finally lost enough weight to fit into a sweet denim skirt that had been hanging on the hanger for sometime. Both girls loved it and totally approved.
Well, they approved until I tried to pair it with a top.
I pulled my favorite blue cardigan sweater out of the drawer and put it on with the skirt. Dagmar took one look and hedged with “That’s not too bad <ackward pause> I guess.”
Angel Girl was much more direct. She took one look at me and said, “Mom- that’s an old lady sweater.”
Ouch! So much for feeling young and hip.
I swallowed my pride and dug deeper in the drawer. We finally all decided on a sweater and even paired it with a necklace.
I was feeling my confidence return. Silly me. I forgot we still had to choose shoes to complete my look.
I glanced at the choices lined up in front of me and decided to play it safe – I just asked Dagmar point blank which shoes I should wear.
She picked out a pair of flats and I put them on.
There.
Done.
The girls both smiled.
I smiled.
I should have left it alone and been content.
But I did not.
Instead I said, ” You know – maybe I should get a pair of leggings to go with this skirt?”
Dagmar’s eyebrows went up.
“Or maybe not…”
So… I guess I’m too young for my favorite cardigan sweater and too old for leggings.
Maybe it’s a good thing I have 2 girls to dress me.
