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My four year old daughter loves wearing dresses.  She also loves when her and I dress alike. She’s insisting that we wear dresses everyday.  Except there’s only one problem with that. She looks way cuter in her outfits than me. She weighs about thirty pounds. I weight at least 100 pounds more than that (and then some). 
I need to lose some weigh. At least 10 pounds. Okay. Maybe fifteen.

Already, my darling daughter is competing with me. She asked her father, “Who looks prettier in their dress? Mummy or me? That was a tricky one to answer diplomatically. My husband said: Mummy, because she’s my wife. My daughter’s lower lip trembled. My husband said both of us were the prettiest. She was okay with that answer.
The truth is: She is beautiful. And I’m okay with that.



After my flight, I came home and declared to my husband that I have to burn my favourite beige and white sweater.  He didn’t seem too concerned. Or surprised.  Apparently, he didn’t even like that sweater. 

See, what happened was that on my Florida flight that day, a woman in her 70’s walked onto the airplane wearing MY sweater.  And, it even looked good on her as she paired it with a white blouse underneath it. Up until that moment,  it was my go to sweater that I wore often because it was SO comfortable. And I thought it looked good, too. But, after seeing the granny in it, the love affair with my cotton /polyester blend garment  was over. I can’t, in good conscious, ever wear it again. Sigh.

In my defense,  I did buy it at The Gap. I am not going to lie and tell you that it was at the cutting edge of fashion. But, I also didn’t think that it was the ‘it’ sweater to have at the retirement village. Sigh.

I used to be dress relatively trendy back in the day bk (before kids). I wasn’t a trendsetter, per se, but I did follow trends pretty carefully.  And then, I got married,  had babies, and forgot how to put an outfit together.  Sorry,  apparently I know how to put an outfit together for a grandmother. Hmm… I have been looking for a side business.  Perhaps I can call it “Outfits for hip Grannies”.

I remember when I was a teenager, my beloved grandma who was about 6 inches shorter than me and 30 pounds lighter than me, would offer me the clothes off her back. To be nice, I’d say,”Grandma, you look nice today. I like your shirt” She would reply, “Here. You can have it.” I’d remind her that I like it on HER and besides, it would never fit me!  Perhaps even then, she saw the grandma dressing style in me. Sigh.

She used to ride the city bus and try to give me fashion advice. She would say about a certain style, it’s what ‘all the young ladies are wearing these days’. I wish my grandmother was still alive today. I desperately need her fashion savyness. Sigh.



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