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April 08, 2010

Nine Year Old Fashionista

PB210015My daughter thinks I need a makeover. I admit, I have had the same basic style for 20 years; but I like to think of myself as having timeless style. I like classic clothes, basic Levi’s and khakis with plain t-shirts, Calvin Kleinish clothes. My daughter, on the other hand, is an adventurous, Bohemian dresser. She loves flowing lines, patterns, color, sparkle, and shine. The shopping gene skipped a generation and went from my Mom straight to her. The two of them together are a scary team to take shopping. They would spend the whole day at the mall ooohhhing and aaahhhing over the latest new lines. My daughter loves to try on clothes, do fashion shows at home, and design outfits. I hate to shop. When I need clothes I run to Thrifttown, grab some jeans and t-shirts, pay a whole $10.00 for three outfits and consider it done. I always feel good after that, I’ve bought recycled clothes (to help the planet) and spent very little time and money doing it (to help my wallet and my sanity.)

The other day my daughter begged me to go to the mall with her. She wanted to pick out some clothes for me and help me update my look. So realizing this was an opportunity for some mother/daughter bonding, I acquiesced. Our first stop was Starbucks to fortify my energy and then off we went to Macy’s. My daughter began to show me the latest trends. Somehow, she seems to know what is in style, who the trendy designers are, and what will be the rage this spring. I know she’s right because most of the stuff she is pointing out has been featured in the latest magazines and TV shows. She seems to be tuned into this and I have to admire her fashion sense. I don’t seem to have it. I do love beautiful clothes, I watch Project Runway every week, and I admire the way some people can look so put together; but I have to admit, comfort will win over style with me every time.

My daughter was determined to change my comfortable look to a stylish look. As we walked through the racks, she began to point out clothes she wanted me to try on. First there was a short jacket with short sleeves. “What’s the point of a jacket if it has short sleeves; you know I would freeze in that thing.” She rolled her eyes at me and put it back on the rack. Then she pulled out some very non-Mom low riser jeans. “I’m not wearing those, they look uncomfortable. Not to mention when I bend over I’m going to have plumber’s butt.” My daughter heaved a mighty sigh and put them back. Then she found a flowing, crocheted retro-Hippie blouse and handed it to me with a big smile on her face. “This would look great on you Mom!” I hold it up to my chest. “Look honey, the sleeves are too long. They hang over my hands. They would get in my way.” She ripped the blouse out of my hands and faced me, hands on hips. “You know Mom, it’s pretty hard to be a snazzy girl when you have such a plain Mom!” she wailed. I’m sure the hosts of “What Not To Wear” would back her up completely. Oh well, so much for having classic style, apparently I am just plain.

Original post to 50-Something Moms Blog.

Melanie also writes about her life and experiences in “Life Among The Gifted” at http://mjhayes.wordpress. com and her website is  

  

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