Since I stopped working in an office my wardrobe has definitely taken a hit. Which, if you knew me back when I did punch a clock is probably a bit scary. In any case it explains C’s surprise when I dressed up a bit last week for a blogger event I attended.
I slipped on a pair of favorite jeans, a classier than usual t-shirt, and my fancy sparkly shoes.
C took one look at me and her eyebrows shot up.
“Mommy! You look so fancy!”
“Too fancy?” I asked, because sometimes my social anxiety gets bad enough that I’m willing to take fashion advice from a 4-year-old.
“Nope. Fancy just right!” She nodded and gave me a thumbs up for extra emphasis.
I checked myself in the mirror and nodded too. She was right. I was fancy just right.