Reason #1 My Mother Isn't in Retail
After lunch Sunday, I dragged Mom around clothes shopping. I HATE clothes shopping, and I wear what I do own into the ground. I've tossed and donated to the point that mornings have become frantic for me, trying to put together an outfit.
So, I grabbed a mountain of clothes at Kohl's the other day, and hit the dressing room, while Mom sat by and critiqued, and I took it all with a grain of salt. She's my Mom. She thinks I look great in anything.
There was one item of clothing, denim capris pants with a little silk scarf for a belt, that she thought was particularly nice on me. "Oh! You look so cute!" she said, making me feel great, until she gleefully finished, "...just like a little hillbilly!"
Not the look I was after.
But she was right, they WERE cute, and I bought those suckers.
I'm wearing them today, and this keeps going through my head:
"SOOOOOoooo-EEEeeeeeeeeeey! Pig! Pig! Pig!''