A superficial post

Fashion sense...do you have it?

Some days I'm convinced that I have so many skills in this area, and I hold my head high as I walk out my door in my colourful ensemble.....only to pass by a shop window and realize that not ALL oranges go with ALL blues.

I am much more comfortable in my black tees with my blue jeans. I know FOR SURE I won't stand out (good or bad), and I can just focus on being a nice person without the added pressure of being stylish too. I'd rather someone know my occupation (Frumpy MOM) by how I dress, than wonder if I do clowning on the side.

Case in point: I decided to experiment with scarves. I see them everywhere on women, even in the summer! I picked up some safe colours (greys, black and white, one with pink in it!) to start.

My first outing with a scarf included a beige jean jacket-type thing over a white t-shirt, with a grey/white scarf. A nice pair of dark blue jeans finished off the look, and I exited my room feeling quite proud of my efforts.

The great thing about having young children is that they are always honest...even when you don't ask for it.

As I grabbed my purse to head off to the meeting (that I had dressed up for), Alec asked (quite innocently), "Mom, why are your dressed like an explorer?"

Most would feel defeated at this point. Not I. Why? Because at least he wasn't laughing this time.

My oldest daughter, Annlise (8), definitely has more style than myself. It comes naturally for her, and I'm glad...because I couldn't teach it to a chimp, even if I had a magazine to help me. There have been days that I helped her be creative. She would smile, eat her breakfast, then promptly go change when I was looking the other way.

She didn't want to hurt my feelings. What a sweetheart. What she doesn't realize is that I've already accepted my shortcomings in this area, and feelings cannot be hurt when the concept of fashion seems to be a joke to me. A cruel joke.

I like to tell myself that fashion is like art. It's all subjective and up to each individual to interpret. What all that really means is that everyone dresses really funny, and awkward, and foolish....to at least one person that sees us each day.

So, I'd rather be comfortable (and un-stylish) when people see me, so that maybe they'll look past the clothes to see the contentment.

I love looking at other women's style...and wonder if sometimes they feel just like me.