My mom has great fashion sense. She always looks so put together, so well done, so perfect. I did not inherit this ability. I pretty much stick to basics (I swear my wardrobe is so black, navy and white it's ridiculous). And honestly, if I could, I'd wear jeans or capris and sweatshirts forever.
So when I'm walking through the building today, in khakis, tennis shoes, and a pinkish-red top (really a glorified t-shirt with a lace neckline) and a teeny tiny (and I mean really little) sixth grader I have never seen before stops and says, "I really like that color on you," I was a little stunned.
"Oh really? Thank you," I said.
"You have fantastic fashion sense," she says, as she turns a corner.
I about died laughing. That was the last thing I ever expected to hear from a kid, especially a tiny little one who looks like her fashion sense might be from the movie Frozen.
Cracked me up.