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.
Because I can promise to try a little harder.
Even if I can’t promise to shower on Wednesdays.