Mary Poppins Can Take A Flying Leap

Brendon walks into my bathroom as I'm applying my makeup.

"Mom, are you wearing that today?"

"Yeah. What, you don't like it?"

He gives a sneer and shakes his head slowly as he looks me up and down.

"You look like Mary Poppins."

I begged to differ, but the seed of self consciousness was planted and began to grow. Hell, if a seven year old boy who was dressed like a pickle thought enough to tell his mother that she's a lousy dresser, then maybe I was dressed ridiculously.

I was wearing a striped polo shirt with a denim skirt. I didn't think my outfit was entirely tasteless and offensive. Careless....perhaps.

"Do you think jeans would make a difference?"

He put his hand to his chin, and said, "Yeah, maybe. Which one is your dresser? I'll pick out a pair for you."

I pointed out which one and he pulled out a pair, brought them over to me, held them up to my waist and told me to hold them while he took a step back and inspected my new look.

"Yeah, I think that'll work", nodding his head with approval.

Friggin fashionista.