Something totally embarrassing happened last week.
I was at my 3-year-old’s hip hop class in a suburban tuxedo (yoga pants and a ponytail) and I started chatting about Possessionista with the other mothers.
One of them says to me, “Omigod! I read that.”
“You do?” I replied. “That’s me!”
“Yeah, you look different in your pictures.”
It’s time for a fash-intervention.
The way I see it, I should practice what I preach. Right? And if I’m going to tell other people how to dress, then the least I can do is make an effort myself.
The problem is that every Wednesday I drive carpool, work out (read: watch TV) and work on Possessionista before picking up from preschool to take my 3-year-old out for sushi and to hip hop. (yes, I realize how totally awesome/affected that sounds)
So a shower is just not in the cards.
Solution? I just stocked up on slouchy winter beanies, like this one from Coal, thanks to my friends at Planet Blue, which is just the thing to disguise an unfortunate hair day.