I’ve decided to update my wardrobe seeing as how I am really working on losing the baby weight and because, I’m actually tired of being asked if I’m the girls’ nanny instead of their mother. So, gone are the “Little Miss Trouble” tee-shirts, and gone are the Marvel Superhero tee-shirts. I’ve retired the “Afrodite”, the “Down with Brown”, the Superman “S” shirt — breaking up is hard to do, but I have to be honest with myself. I’m about to be 30 years old next year. I don’t need to dress like a tweenager.

—-> small digression —-> Tweenage girls are scary, Abercrombie & Fitch wearing, thong showing, fembots. I’m talking about the group of girls that are between 11 and 15 years old. Why are they elbowing me out of the way at Victoria’s Secret during the semi annual sale? Why are they yelling at their mother’s, “No! I already have that thong! GOD!” What is that all about? Why are they carrying Coach pocketbooks, iPhones, having breast augmentation and driving Infiniti’s and yet, they can’t carry on a conversation without inserting “like”, “um” and “y’know” between every other word. If I EVER catch Morgan or Coever going down that road, I’m going to make Joan Crawford look like Mary Poppins!

But back to what I was saying. I got this book called “The Pocket Stylist” and I’m really going to work on creating a more updated, classic look for myself. I’m even going to forgo wearing only black, brown, gray and white, and bring in some color. And the biggest step of all — I’m not going to look at the size of the clothes. If it fits well, numbers be damned. The whole project is like a New Year’s resolution except, this will last longer than my attempts to floss everyday (hey! that’s tough) and stuff like that.

So, my pearl of wisdom for today is from Ethel Barrymore, who said this, “You grow up the day you have your first real laugh — at yourself”. Take a look at that picture. I’m still laughing, but I’m trading in my toon-tastic threads for something more refined.