I told Charlie that the color of the day clothing assignments are ending tomorrow, with directions to "wear you favorite color." He came back in to show me what he picked out. A very nice colored, knit, deep red polo shirt. And he paired that nice polo with a pair of bright red work out shorts with a racing stripe up the outside of the thigh. Great. The first thing I thought of was, "Dang it. I am going into school early with both kids at my side to help sell the PTA fundraiser as the kids get off the school bus, and besides seeing me, always a stellar example of a frumpy housewife from the country, now they will see Chaz dressed like I really have no ability to dress anyone. Then, comes Shay. I walk into her room to see what she has pulled out. Normally, she is what she calls "stylish." Sadly, it appears that our "stylish" has left the building, and now, a loud, striped tank top will be paired with a brightly colored, yet patterned pair of Capri pants.
|Shay's ensemble. Photograph © Erin Ahrens 20120|
|Yes, this is his new favorite color. Which means, he no longer loves pink. Think baby steps peeps. |
Photograph© Erin Ahrens 2012
I will dress in a smart little diddy I will refer to as "Mom jeans and a sweater." Ohhhh, ahhh... get the run way ready folks! I might accessorize that with a pony tail, and my phone sticking out of the v-neck in my sports bra. And when I say "might," just expect it. Don't judge. I have problems.