You might not be able to tell from looking at me, but I have my own personal stylist. My daughter. Lately she’s been helping me sort through the things in my closet and decide what to take to a conference, and what not to take. And one thing I can always count on from her is a brutally honest opinion.
I have a navy and white suit that I really like—I’m wearing it in this photo from my website—and I always get a lot of compliments on it. To which my daughter replied, “Yeah, from other frumpy old ladies.” You gotta love a kid like this! So, for sure the pants will go into the suitcase, but the jacket may have to stay at home.
I also have this little red dress that I really like, and I’ve lost a few pounds so it fits again, but my daughter says it makes me look like I haven’t shopped since the ’80s. Okay, so it does have shoulder pads, but on the positive side, I don’t have big hair and I haven’t worn stirrup pants in two decades. Those are good things, right?
I am very much looking forward to the conference and I know that with my daughter’s help, I’ll even manage to look presentable and professional. But when she isn’t looking, I just might sneak this red dress into my suitcase. Shoulder pads and all.
Until next time,