Personal fashion consultant

Sunday evening I'm rifling through my closet, "what should I wear, what should I wear?" I had the unpleasant task of having to attend a funeral viewing and wasn't sure what I wanted wear. Slacks, a skirt, dress, what? (all black of course) I slip into my slacks and decided that I really shouldn't wear them until I bring them to the tailor, so I'm out of those and into a skirt. Fine. Now, what top will I be wearing? I pull out a fitted v-neck white T and put it on. I like the way it looks but felt it was too cool out to wear. It had been rainy all day the to temperature had dropped quite a bit for May.

So, it's off with the T. I'm standing in my bra and skirt when in fly's my fashion consultant on her way to the bathroom. Mina demands to know what I'm doing, of course without stopping. I explain while I'm pulling on a light weight high neck sweater that is a very light cream color. I hear her washing her hands and out she comes, in a hurry as she doesn't want to miss whatever it is she was watching. Running passed me, drying her hands on her pants and looking over her shoulder she says, "Mommy, I like the skirt but THAT doesn't match. But if that's all you can do!" Then she's GONE.

OK. First, it matched smarty pants. Second, I didn't' like the way it looked either, LOL! So, it was back on with the white T and off I went. I really enjoyed the freakin' nip in the air.

I laughed the rest of the evening at my little Mina. How she totally sized up the situation in a lighting bolt trip to the bathroom and one eye over her shoulder.

"When his wife asked him to change clothes to meet the German Ambassador: they want to see me, here I am. If they want to see my clothes, open my closet and show them my suits."

-Albert Einstein