I made the mistake of putting the TLC show "What Not To Wear" on our DVR list last week. All the episodes that were running. So by yesterday evening, I had about 12 episodes to watch, and that didn't include the repeats... Needless to say, this weekend I spent a lot of time clearing the list. And my poor, hapless husband and son were forced to watch with me at times.
This came back to bite me. I was at the mall today, engaging in some intensive retail therapy. I happened to be in a clothing store, examining the shoes, when E piped up from behind me: "Oh, no, Mom, not those." (Now, I must admit, I'm always "involving" him in the process by asking him what he thinks, so we had established a premise for him to give fashion advice long before this.)
"What's wrong with these?!" I gasped. (And I'll have you know, they were adorable.)
"Remember? 'What not to wear?'" He replied, with a rather "duh, Mom, they're awful" intonation.
I'm not sure what he meant, exactly, but I know that [straight] men everywhere are screaming in horror.
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September's always playing fashion police for me. And I have to admit, she usually has pretty good taste. When we're shopping, that is. If we could just somehow get that to translate out into the way she combines the things in her closet into outfits, we'd be all set. =)
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