Thursday, November 17, 2005

Almost a Criminal

This morning I was stopped before I committed a crime. A crime against fashion.

Just as I was about to walk out the door, my daughter looked at me and asked, “Uh, are you going out in that?”

Hmmm. Well, there I stood—car keys in hand, purse slung over my shoulder. “Yes, and I’m late for work.”

My other daughter stood, looked at me, and raised her eyebrows. “Really?”

Yikes! “Do you think I should change?”

Their laughter led me to believe that a potato sack would be better than what I was wearing. I went back to my closet and came out stylishly understated, the way I usually look.

Thank God for people who love me enough to be brutally honest. Actually, I’m the lady who goes up to a stranger to tell her the “size 12” label is still stuck to the leg of her new jeans.

Wouldn’t the world be a better (or more interesting) place if we all tried to stop people before they continued with their foolish choices?

Here’s to hoping that you have someone in your life who loves you enough to say, “Uh, that nose hair could use a little trimming.”

1 comment:

Heather Diane Tipton said...

LOL that made me laugh.