Well, it’s actually happened. I’ve turned yet another corner in parenthood.
Here in our small Midwest town we are superiorly blessed to have, not one, but several very nice second-hand shops. I’m a true re-purposed human being, (even my dog is a rescue), so my children were likewise brought up in this frugal practice.
Recently, my eldest called from the West coast, where prices are not q-u-i-t-e as judicious has here at home, and wondered if I could look for a few things, including jeans. But not just any style. She was specifically requesting—are you ready?? (I just so love this!)—“MOM” jeans. Yes! High-waisted, the kind I used be to chided for a decade or two ago. Continue reading “Mom jeans, and other fashion faux pas’”
I’ve used this picture before, but it’s just too darn good to not use again. This is my husband Bob and our middle daughter on our visit to Woodstock, the (in)famous place of musical rowdiness back in the 60’s. Bob and I married in the late 70’s, imposing brown tuxes with peach ruffle-collared shirts on the groomsmen. My wedding dress looked like a formal Little Miss Bo Peep. So clearly I’m not a fashionista, but after a few years of marriage, even I took the liberty to eradicate a few items from Bob’s pre-marriage wardrobe: the mauve colored polyester slacks with the brown elevator shoes with white marshmallow soles, and the slick acetate shirt…he said he was trying on a new image during that phase.
What exactly that image was is probably best left to the imagination.
For you young ‘uns, feast your eyes on Continue reading “You’re going out like THAT?!”