Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Fashion Police
After getting home from work and putting the meatloaf in the oven, I go upstairs to change before peeling the potatoes. I decided on comfy clothes and chose my husband's fleece Old Navy pants and a white tank top. On to the kitchen...
Standing peeling potatoes and in walks Moira
Mo: "Why are you dressed that way?"
Me: "Why am I dressed what way?"
Mo: "Like that."
Me: "Well, I don't have anywhere to go tonight and I'm done working. That's why."
Mo: "Well, those doesn't look good together."
She turns to leave
Me: "So sorry for offending Miss Fashion Editor."
She turns on her heel, hand on hip
Mo: "I was just saying it doesn't look good."
She turns again and returns to her TV show
Some people's lives are dictated by the television or magazines; my fashion sense is being critiqued by a 5 year old.
Standing peeling potatoes and in walks Moira
Mo: "Why are you dressed that way?"
Me: "Why am I dressed what way?"
Mo: "Like that."
Me: "Well, I don't have anywhere to go tonight and I'm done working. That's why."
Mo: "Well, those doesn't look good together."
She turns to leave
Me: "So sorry for offending Miss Fashion Editor."
She turns on her heel, hand on hip
Mo: "I was just saying it doesn't look good."
She turns again and returns to her TV show
Some people's lives are dictated by the television or magazines; my fashion sense is being critiqued by a 5 year old.
