The Mother Hen

Stylin' and Profilin'

So a little something I've learned about myself is that I'm not very stylish.

I first started wondering about it last week when I overheard a Mom at Samuel's preschool say to another Mom, "Don't mind my sweat pants; I'm on my way to Jazzercise". I looked down at my own pants: sweat pants. And I was not going to Jazzercise; I was heading to Costco. Insert my puzzled look.

So with that in the back of my brain I went to pick out something to wear out of my closet a few days later and had 7 Eddie Bauer black tees staring back at me. Yeah, maybe not a fashionista.

Shannon, who has been getting a ridiculous amount of love lately in this blog, is a serious fashionista. My friend Heidi actually calls Shannon her "fashion icon". One day Shannon pulled off some crazy tights with a short yellow skirt, an adorable top and black fingerless gloves. If I wore that I would look like a drunk bag lady; people would start calling the authorities and asking if there was a mental patient on the loose. "She is wearing tights. And a yellow skirt. And fingerless gloves. She looks positively crazy and perhaps a little dangerous. She was trying to walk with a sexy swagger but she tripped and now her knee is bleeding through her ripped tights."

Not all of Shannon's outfits are that edgy and whenever I see her I say, "Ooh that's so cute" and she always says the same thing, "TJ Maxx".

Introduce Hurdle #1 to me becoming a stylish hottie: I don't like to shop. Gasp. And in case you are wondering, yes I do have a vagina. I just do not like to shop. In fact, I'm not even sure where TJ Maxx is located.

Introduce Solution to Hurdle #1: Give Shannon $20 and let her start buying things for me at TJ Maxx when she is there, which sounds like is about once a week. She gives me new stylish item (that she got for a bargain) and I give her another $20.

I may not be very stylish but I'm a thinker for sure.