This morning I was estatic to find myself able to wear this wonderful red, cropped Trina Turk jacket with large silver buttons that I bought nearly a year before I found out I was pregnant with Harry. It has been hanging in my closet patiently waiting for the "baby" weight to skip town (can I use that excuse when he's a Freshman in college?). I gave it whirl this morning since I was disgusted with all my other options, and it fit. Woo Hoo! Right?
This jacket has a history. Thrilled though I was with the purchase, it admittedly has cost a little too much per wear. Also, it tends to attract ridicule from my fashion critics. The first day I wore it Wes choked on his coffee when I came out of the bedroom heading to work. I got a sarcastic "nice jacket, where's the rest of it." (Did I mention it's cropped?) When I made it to the office, he had texted ahead to be sure my fashion nemesis number 1, a/k/a Sneaky Snake, was apprised of the situation. As I walked by his office he guffawed and said, "oh, I get it. Wes wanted me to ask if you got that jacket half off." Ha. Ha. Ha. Still, it's damned cute. Screw them. Bow ties and seersucker pants do not make you experts on what is awesome.
So back to today. Yippee. It fits! I'm about to finish up and slip on my red patent leather pumps when Ellie calls from downstairs to let me know she's "LEAVING FOR SCHOOL NOW, MOTHER!!!!!" So I head to the top of the stairs to blow a kiss goodbye and tell her to behave (utter waste of breath). She sees me and squeals "I. LOVE. YOUR. OUTFIT." "Why, thank you," I reply, very pleased that she has inherited at least some of my fashion sense. "Mommy! You look just like the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse!" Grrrrrrrrr. Is it wrong that I wore it anyway?
