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.
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ok jesse totally stole my comment. Lisa, you're still my fashion queen. And if we could only get Brian Houston out here to jam for us, you'd be my dancing queen, too.
oh i am so relieved that i am still queen of something to someone! working on getting houstons here.... but likely they'd be here after you, nelly, have gone to italy :-(
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