Sunday morning I came downstairs after getting dressed for church. I was slightly happy that I had fit into yet another (different) skirt and had found a brown top to go with it. As I was tying Jonathan’s shoes, Cameron entered the room and said, “Wow, Mom, you look like a park ranger.”
Cue this mental image:
I collected myself enough to say, “Oh, really? Is that good?”
Cameron nodded eagerly and Ben said, “I think you look really nice.” Then Andrew piped up, “Yeah, Mom! You look like a gentlewoman.” (He grinned as he said this, because I often tell them when they look like little gentlemen.)
So then this picture flashed into my mind:
Then last night I was getting ready to go out for coffee with a friend and David told me I looked like this man:
Maybe I need less brown and olive green in my wardrobe?