Sometimes, I’m such a girl. I’m packing for a conference I have to go to and I have warily been eyeballing my closet when it occurred to me that all I own are Crocs, jeans and a variety of T-shirts that have stupid sayings on them.
Of course, when I came into possession of said T-shirts, I though I was the most clever person alive. Last night, not so much.
My niece, the little one, is a fashionista and came to help me break down my lack-of-glamour predicament. She is eight. As she took belts and matched them with pants, she was definitely talking over my head. She also eyed the bright yellow Crocs and gave me a disapproving stinkeye saying they just “would not do.”
She also brought me a curling iron and asked me if I knew how to use it. Whaaa?!!?
Umm, the answer would be no.
Tim Gunn, where are you when I need you? And, I got a kid that you might want to hire.
Just saying.
