what not to wearWritten by patty on August 6th, 2008
I thought I might freeze to death when we left the pool tonight. The August breeze as the sun dipped behind the trees left me covered in goosebumps.
As soon as we got home I changed into functionally comfortable and warm clothes. While I tend to favor clean lines, I have a soft spot in my heart for the occasional wild print.
As I reflect on this outfit, though, I wonder if it isn’t time for a print intervention.
My curls were sticking out every which way from underneath a bright pink fabric headband covered with white tulips (trust me, it works). I topped my chocolate brown and bronze Buddha t-shirt with a wool cardigan in a cream and brown ocelot print (meow!). The natural addition to this ensemble was green boxers featuring a print of 3″ red lobsters wearing yellow oven mitts. As for the piece de resistance, what could I put on my feet save for shiny silver flip flops?
Given the sad state of my shoe wardrobe, I didn’t have a lot of choice.
My husband’s reaction was a slight roll of the eyes, and I really can’t fault him for that. In contrast, my beloved first born caught a glimpse of me and said “MOMMY! You look REALLY NICE!”
I could have let his comment take me down a deep, dark path, wondering if perhaps I leave the house more often than not dressed as if I am on my way to clown school. Instead, I chose to take it as a compliment and sincerely thank him.
Is there anything better than the world through 8 year old eyes? Or a mommy through her son’s eyes? And is there any chance my 7 year old will let me wear this same ensemble when I take him to see SEUSSICAL tomorrow night?