well, it's started. heather is making rude remarks about what i wear.
nancy said her twelve year old judges her outfits politely but quite sharply. "well, i'd change those trousers and maybe your shoes, and i wouldn't wear that blouse." but I thought i had a little more time before heather delved into this realm. she is, after all, only seven.
but today, as i stood brushing my hair, she said, "are you going to go to my school in those clothes?" there was a not very veiled alarm in her voice. it's only a rummage sale at her school, you know. i was standing there in baggy jeans rolled up to my knees, bedroom slippers and a hugely oversized t-shirt bearing the emblem of the portuguese national football team across the front of it.
of course i wasn't going out like that! but the fact that she thought i might be revealed a lot. i guess i'm not her perfect fashion queen anymore.