The most fashionable person in my house is my husband. Seriously. He dresses wonderfully, in fact this morning I was rather blown away by his outfit. He had on a long sleeved button up shirt, a sport coat, jeans and dressy yet casual shoes. I love looking at him when he is dressed thusly.
Rhayn and I are not snazzy dressers. Gwennie is the source of amusement and I think she will be our true fashionista, as she is quite picky about her clothes (fit and style and color). I love her outfits. This outfit is one of my favorites and it actually goes together, in a way.
You can't see her shirt, but its pink, like her boots with a green argyle, this is under a jacket that her dad bought her for Christmas. The shorts were pants until a few days ago. They were a pair of Rhayn's that were passed down (seen below, September 2004). Gwennie has loved these pants, wearing them at least once a week for the last year or so. Summer, winter, she doesn't care. She loves them. I kept the bottom (the cut off part) to use someday in a quilt (I hope.) And her pink cowboy boots? I love them.
While I was trying to take a picture of her outfit on Monday, she decided she needed to take a picture (or two) of me. In this one, I invited Lily into my lap, as she is not allowed normally, and then she proceeded to give me kisses. Penny was jealous. (I think I smelled like cooking chicken.)
I keep hoping that someday Will's fashion sense will rub off on me, just a little. I don't think I am a terrible dresser, but I ask him (quite often) if my outfit "goes" before I head out for the day. I stick to jeans and t-shirts of various sizes and styles. Today while the girls and I were out, I saw someone who looked how I would love to look. She wore a little black dress, with some killer heels, and had awesomely spiked dark hair. I looked at myself in a window and sighed before looking quickly away. Its not that I a displeased with my appearance, I am just not in love with how I look. I want my girls to look up to ME as a fashion DO, and I don't want them to make fun of me. I want to be able to help them dress. Are there classes you can take? Is there help out there?
Feel free to make fun of my shoes. I don't care. These are Keens and so darn comfortable. I love them.