Oh yes, fashion. Take the top photo of my Little Red. It was to be in the upper 30’s today but the morning was chilly in the 20’s and of course Little Red’s body decided, “What the heck, let’s suddenly grow so Little Red can sport yacht pants at the end of fall, beginning of winter and get frostbite on her little ankles!” Anyhoo, her jeans were above her ankles and so I suggested she put on some legwarmers. She found her latest and greatest legwarmers that have a nifty little zipper (also doubles as the critter’s mouth) to hold all the essentials of a second grader (coins, fake spare key, sticky lizards, etc.). Since we’re fighting cooties at our house, I had Little Red put a folded Kleenex in one zippered pocket and she opted on her own, to load the other legwarmer up with cough drops. This explains how the legwarmers are beyond full, more like really, really thick shin guards. When you’re 7 or 8 years old, I say own that bad chicken and work your look! And Little Red did!
Now for the mmm, mmm, mmm so pretty t-shirt. This past weekend, my parents were up for Little Man’s birthday and my mom brought up a few t-shirts from my childhood and high school years. This pretty little number brought back memories from when I was an incredible basketball star. Yeah, that’s so not how it was. I was a very polite and upbeat child who not only felt bad when accidentally bumping fellow players but in my enthusiasm, one time when I located my family in the stands, I waved as I was dribbling down the court right to the wrong basket. Luckily, my shot was a miss, but nothing could mess with the confidence that exuded from me in this rockin’ colored t-shirt. I wonder who the dingbat was who said, “Hey! How about the color flesh for the team t-shirts? I mean it’ll bring out their skin color . . . or maybe it will camouflage them!” I’m going for the latter. Woof.
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