Anyhow, I have to admit that my vanity years are almost waning. My closet is deliberately empty of flash and fab. Part of it is trying to live in the spirit of poverty but most of it is because I'm getting older and can no longer be bothered by what's hot and what's not in the world of fashion. In short, I don't think I have anything to prove anymore. That right there people is the sign of old age LOL.
Curiously a friend complimented me on my outfit for Mass. I did try to wear my Christmas bling. I've been home all week with sick children, I needed to feel like a human being in real clothes again. What made me laugh about the whole compliment was a secret hidden under my boots - I was wearing mis-matched socks! I even jokingly told the girl today not to rise from her sick bed so she can't tell anyone my secret. I didn't want to be late for Mass in search of matched socks, okay? Jesus didn't mind, pretty sure of that :-)
So every time you see me wearing those fancy boots, don't be fooled, I might just be wearing the rattiest, mis-matched socks in the face of the planet.
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| mis-matched in every way - color, length and texture |
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