May 10, 2013 Yesterday, when I was getting dressed, I reached out for my favorite silk jacket. It's from Eileen Fisher, it's a color she calls cobblestone, which is sort of bronze/grey/green, and when I wear it I look tall and thin and young, and AMAZINGLY stylish. I reached. And then I pulled back. WHAT????? Somewhere in the back of my mind lurks this voice that says "oh, save that for a special occasion..." Really? At my age? It's not like I'm going to get dirty on the playground, nor spill chocolate milk on myself at lunch. (mmmmm....chocolate milk....) What's the worst thing that can happen?
I might be the best-dressed person at work. (Oh bother) ... View the Post