Thursday, December 29, 2011
I thought I was the daughter.
I bought these high wasted flare jeans at H&M when Jessica visited in November. I thought they looked like old school Mudd jeans (aka unflattering) but she assured me they didn't. I trusted her because she is a trillion times more fashionable than I can ever hope to be.
Maybe I shouldn't have trusted her judgment because when I walked out wearing them this morning Simon gave me one look and said,
"oh, so mom jeans are fashionable now?"
and did a lot of staring and laughing and more staring and even hiked his pants up to his ribcage to try and emulate my look.
His jabs I could handle but when my mom walked out and took a gander and (seriously) said,
"oh, are those Not Your Daughter's Jeans?"
I knew Jessica had led me astray.