What Not to Wear

Because the Phillies are in the World Series, and Phillies Fever is sweeping through the younger kids' school, they are allowed to wear a Phillies clothing item with their uniforms today (just like Aimee's kids).

We don't have any Phillies-wear, unfortunately.

But it's Gym Day, and our school colors are red and white, so the kids' gym clothes consist of red sweats and white T-shirts.

Middle Sister, as usual, will be a Fashion Rebel. She insists on wearing the optional white gym sweatshirt, because she doesn't want to "look like a tomato."

My Own Personal Stylist

I was in my room, choosing what to wear for a meeting tonight, when Middle Sister walked on in and went all Stacy and Clinton on me.

I was interrogated about my clothing choices, scolded for the stretch in my favorite dressy jeans (hey, they're dark wash, boot cut--I thought I was doing that right!), berated for purchasing the wrong kind of pants (or should I say trousers) and told in no uncertain terms that the next time I went shopping, she was coming with me.

Way to strike fear in a mother's heart. Our clothing tastes are so wildly different. We'd kill each other in a store. It was bad enough when she was going through my closet.

Middle Sister is not in favor of the Khaki Trouser, the Black Clog, or the Navy Jacket. She thinks I wear certain other items "too much" which means "more than once in the last 2 months."

That's not leaving me with much, outside of things that are Way Too Casual or Funeral Attire.

And then she started in on the accessories. This is the only necklace I'm wearing, thanks.

My Haircut Rant

It's time for me to get a haircut.

But I'm just not sure what kind of haircut I want. I know I can't leave it "as is" because it's getting in my way.

I asked TheDad if I should get it cut shorter, or just get it shaped with the idea of growing it a little longer, so that I could clip it back if I want it off my face. He considers that question to be right up there with "Do these pants make my butt look big?"

Middle Sister and I bought one of those "hairstyle" magazines last night on our family pilgrimage to Barnes & Noble. She picked a lot of very edgy-looking hairstyles, and several ones that Big Brother would describe as "emo" which he defined for me this way: "Emo hair means that you cover half your face with it."

I don't even like it when my bangs touch my glasses. Obviously emo hair is not for me. Plus, I'm not ready to accessorize with the obligatory wrist scars that go with emo hair, according to Big Brother.

I spent a couple of years in Hair Hell trying to grow out a very short, layered cut. Last summer it was long enough for clips and ponytails, and then I started getting it cut shorter. Long hair was convenient and at the same time, a lot of trouble!

Not that I don't enjoy talking haircuts with Middle Sister, but I think I need to spend some time with someone a little older than 12 to get this figured out!