
Recently, my momma sent me a picture asking,
"It's you, right?"
Ohhhhhh yyeeaahhh.
There are, of course, some obvious reasons that one might question this. I mean, obviously my nails are shorter than hers!
And, truth be told, I don't have quite the uhhhh ... well, quite the nerve to leave the house dressed this way.
Or at least I don't have the nerve to leave the house having paired these two particular prints.
But the thing is ... I have a near match to each of these!
And another thing is that I like to do what I like to do, fashion-wise. I like to do what I like to do and I will do it, fashionably speaking, most of the time.
It's really not that I'm fashion-gifted, or that I always get it right, or that I even get it "good" most of the time. It's that I've learned - and it's taken me a great many years - to do what makes me happy, fashionably speaking.

And so, because my momma said so...
The only thing I'm wearing that I didn't own before Momma's instruction is the red lipstick. That's a whole 'nother story. Think I'll make that a sequel.
Also, my cat's developed some weird thing for showing up in pictures. Hope this isn't the start of some weird new pattern.
Wait. Should I have said, "print" just then?
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