I never cared about shoes and purses the way other ladies sometimes do…not until my fashionista daughter came along. She would stop me at the door–“you’re wearing that?”–in some odd mother-daughter role-reversal.
But I have her seal of approval now. Yep. She told me this morning that I’m becoming a fashionista–she has officially rubbed off on me. She said it with such pride, as if she could finally take a sigh of relief that there’s hope for her plain-Jane momma after all.
And what earned me this seal?
This new purse that I own. I saw it two weeks ago and loved it. The turquoise color makes me think of the ocean at my favorite beach. But I didn’t buy it right away. Let’s just say karma intervened and now the purse is mine. Along with the approval of my 6 yr old fashionista darling. Not that I’ll be walking the runway during Fashion Week like my pals Vera and Audrey, or hanging out in the celebrity suite with Mercedes-Benz, but at least I don’t have to hang my head in shame around the house.
Life is good.