When it comes to fashion, I'm not incredibly proficient. Just this morning, I put on some clothes, then asked my 9-year-old daughter if she thought what I was wearing matched and looked okay. She was brushing her teeth but gave me a thumbs up, so I felt pretty confident that no one would tell me that they were pretty sure I dressed myself in the dark.
The real problem for me is the difference between tungsten and fluorescent lighting.
Don't laugh. I'm serious here.
What looks good by the soft yellow light of your bathroom does not necessarily look as good in the glare of those big tubes that flicker in your office space.
When I was a kid, I loved wearing my bib overalls, torn jeans and baggy flannel shirts. Even when I went through my "I'm in a band" stage, I didn't get incredibly adventurous with my attire.
So now that I'm almost eligible for AARP, I'm pretty sure that I don't really need to START having any fashion sense. I'm actually pretty comfortable to have fashion "cents."(Meaning, I'm not going to spend a lot on designer duds!) I mean, I think I'm getting very close to that age where I get to say what I want and nobody can tell me how to dress.
Well, except for my daughter, that is.
Dawn
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