In which my fashionotsa strikes again.
Because I just can't resist Theme Thursday, but ain't feeling the photographer this week, I'm phoning in my participation this week with Clan Donaldson with pictures I didn't even take, phone pictures. So...
There we were, our town's Easter egg hunt last Saturday, and I was feeling all ritzy because I brushed my hair and was wearing a skirt and it wasn't from the 90's and it was from Dillards, ok, the little kids department, but still, Dillards.
But I forgot when I put it on that it was one of those high-low skirts I have heard so much mean girl hater talk about but I still think are cute. And I put it on backwards.
So there I was, yucking it up with all kinds o' neighbors all morning, feeling glam with my newly dyed back to my natural color in order to get rid of my skunk high-lights hair, with my phony Uggs, stylishly sipping coffee, all the while looking like a potty-training toddler whose skirt got all wrangled in the bathroom and whose mom was too lazy to fix it.
Here I am in this pic, pretentiously looking into the distance, thinking, "All those Always Put Together Moms are looking at me in my skirt and saying to themselves, 'What? No jeans or running shorts? Maybe we were wrong about her...'" But no, they were actually rolling their eyes and debating whether to say anything or just make polite conversation with me while laughing to themselves. Oh, well. Either way, I was the life of the party.
From now on, I leave the cuteness to my kids. They do it so much better than me.
But maybe they will let me still peak out from behind them every once in awhile.