What Not to Wear
About a decade ago, I had a CTJ "Oh, no!- is that my butt?" moment involving a photo from
the Orchestra Trip to Corpus Christi of myself frolicking on the beach in mom jeans. This caused me to make the switch to skirts and dresses most of the time. A denim jumper and a T-shirt is my versions of "jeans and a top".
When the Yarbs take the kids to Dallas Heritage Village on Saturday and Morgan Jane keeps calling all the frontier ladies "Mimi's", including this:
scary-ass horror film denizen of a scarecrow, it might be time to re-think the wardrobe.
Of course, she is only nineteen months old. So maybe not.