All of my life, my fashion sense hinged upon ideas from things around me. A fitted, ultra chic ensemble in the window of Banana Republic, I’ll run inside to try it on, only to confirm my body shape is nothing like a mannequin. A soft, multi-colored pastel sun dress from a friend’s closet, I try it on, only to find that it accentuates my narrow shoulders and king-king size arse.

So what’s a girl to do?

I run and hide under my fallback jeans and black shirt. Or black pants and black shirt. Or black dress and a black pashmina.

See a pattern here?

No, I am not in perpetual mourning, nor am I color blind. On the contrary, I am merely benevolent to public eyes, and avoid blinding everyone with my poor color coordination.

However, my father-in-law IS colorblind. He purchased a new Black automobile years ago, drove it home, only to find his family completely baffled at why he would buy a Purple car. His son, Dadisodes? He’s no help either. Up until last year, he thought wearing brown shoes with a black shirt was kosher.

*Insert head shake and eye roll*

My daughter is swimming in a color handicapped gene pool!

Thankfully I am fully aware of this issue and are taking steps to avoid raising a Wednesday Addams. While purchasing clothes for my daughter, I avoid black at all costs. I’m aware of the habit-forming possibilities. I am also fortunate enough to have a niece older than my daughter, who regularly sends colorful hand-me-downs. And recently, I’ve asked Babisodes to help pick out her own outfits in the morning.

Friday morning we were in a bit of a hurry. I opened up Babisodes’ dresser drawer and instructed her to pick out pants and a shirt to wear. In a flurry, I donned my usual jeans and shirt, Babisodes in her chosen outfit, and then ran downstairs to put on shoes.

In the distance I hear, “Mommy, wait! I gots to get my purse and stings!”

*loud clamoring of plastic toys*

Me: “Okay! Hurry up! Get your shoes on and let’s go. We’re late!”

Babisodes: “ Ahwite mommy. I ready to go! I gots my stuff. We can go now.”

*Enters room wearing this*

I believe she’s all set to swim in that defective gene pool now.

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1. Link to the people that tagged you and post the rules on your blog.
2. Share 7 random and/or weird facts about yourself
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Seven Weird and/or Random Facts About…Moi

1) I’m pierced in a place besides my ears. The day I turned 18, I had my belly button pierced, but removed it while pregnant with my daughter. Though when she turns 18, I’m sure she will one-up me.

2) I don’t leave messages on answering machines. I feel uneasy about having my thoughts recorded. BUT, I document intimate details about myself like body piercings in my blog for the world to read about.

3) I don’t floss, often.

4) The sight of men wearing dark socks without long pants, make me want to vomit. I shutter at the thought of what employees endure at The Men’s Warehouse.

5) When everyone is asleep in the house, I watch re-runs of trashy reality TV – A Shot at Love with Tila Tequila, Run’s House, The Hills, Real World, Hogan Knows Best …*hanging head in shame*

6) I had my first kiss in 6th grade with a boy who is now serving life in prison for murdering someone over a basketball game.

7) I’ve been in a music video (or two. Not sure. I never watched any of them.), and I’ve walked on a few runways wearing the most unsightly designer clothes.

Ah…I kind of feel liberated…

Okay, your turn! I’m passing the baton to those below. Play when and if you like.

Karen MEG
Manisha at Indian Food Rocks (I got you back!)
Jennifer at Crazy, Magic, Sometimes Hectic, Beautiful Life
Amanda at Once Upon a Lifetime
Michelle at The Fabricated Goddess
Karen at Snippets of Life
Siobhan at Just a Brit Different