I'm not. I'm not. But I sort of am. My daughter has fashion sense. Oh sure, she's got a wild fashion sense and she answers to no one, but last night at a school event...A mom showed up in a mini-dress and heels. She was not twenty. She was not thirty. She was stuffed into the dress like a sausage. It was not pretty. I don't go out of my way to be catty, but it's also offensive to be pummeled with an abundance of flesh at a school event.
My daughter: "Mom, did you notice? Dolce & Gabbana Purse and Prada sunglasses. And she can't afford Spanx?"
I have created a monster. I tried to go all mom-like. "That isn't nice. It was a great handbag."
And she comes right back at me. "So you're telling me that you didn't notice?"
Crap. Of course I noticed. I could see the deep outline of the woman's belly button and that she had on a thong. Of course I noticed! I didn't want to. Who would want to notice that?
All I can say is that I'm grateful for a daughter who tells me I'm too old for something. Like this Kate Spade Celina dress, for example.
Cover up ladies. Less is more.