Dear Daughter With the Fashion Sense--
I feel like you didn't like my pants yesterday.
I don't know what it was... the grimace... the sigh... the "OMG Mom, no! You look like you're in a circus!!!"
So, here's the thing...
I'm experimenting. I have so many more clothes choices now than I did before. Before, it was all boot cut jeans and black black black and the obligatory Hawaiian prints and anything that camouflaged what I was embarrassed about.
But... I'm not bound by that now. And there are so many choices and it's been so long since I've had them that I'm really not sure what I like yet. And so I'm experimenting... I'm wearing things that I've never worn before. I'm trying trends that I might like and I might not. It's like I'm in my 20s and trying to find my style... except that I'm almost 40, with teenagers who are embarrassed by my mere existence.
Before... nothing fit that made me happy, and so I made due with what I could buy.
Now... everything fits, and I actually get to choose.
So... you're just going to have to put up with it... even if you think I look like I belong in the circus.
On the bright side... how much worse could it get? I already have blue hair!!