Fashion Police Come in Small Packages

Today I came home from church and was cold. I needed to change out of my dress, but wasn't sure what to put on. It was a good cozy sweater fall kind of day, so I went through my closet and found a good cozy sweater. It was purchased when I was, rough ballpark, 14. It's a red cardigan with big white buttons. I was pretty hot in this number in 8th or 9th grade. Fast forward to today, and apparently, I was not so hot. I came into the family room from changing, and Addie looked at me and said "Mom, take your sweater off." I explained that I was cold and wanted to wear it, only to hear no less than 20 more times that I needed to take my sweater off. I told Addie if she brought me a blanket I'd take it off, but she wasn't concerned about my physical comfort, only the sheer fashion nightmare I was sporting. I have realized more than ever lately that my wardrobe is in need of an overhaul. The fact that I still own clothing from 8th or 9th grade should be the first clue. I've already informed Pat that when he gets a job, I'm doing a little shopping. I just received an extra reminder today of the urgency of the shopping. Maybe I'll have to bring my best miniature critic on my shopping ventures. If she's already this picky, heaven help me when she's a teenager.