All Hail the Return of the Pant

Oh thank God! I can finally wear pants again. I was getting so darned sick of my pinafores.



Seriously, is it only in middle America where pants never went out of style or is someone in the Victoria's Secret advertising department smoking crack? Way to be in touch with your audience.

And is that silky blouse with puffy sleeves really the "most-wanted look inspired by the fall fashion shows"? If so, I'm glad to be living in the land of the lost. That outfit doesn't even look compelling on her and she's presumably a supermodel.

Somehow, I'd much rather be in this little number from J. Crew.

Bad Day: #3

Last but not least . . .

A couple of years ago, I went to a birthday party with my kids. The wife, my cherished long-running friend Melinda, asked me if I would like a piece of cake and, before I could answer, her husband (who I also love) said, “Of course she’d like cake, look at her.” Uh, did I just hear that correctly?

Instead of letting it ride, she asked him, “What’s that supposed to mean?” and he responded, “Well, she used to . . . well she’s now raising two beautiful boys and that’s her priority.”

She then turned to me and said, “Don’t listen to him; he’s an idiot. If it’s any consolation, I ran into someone at T’s recently who said to me, ‘You’re Melinda? What happened? You used to be hot.’”

If only it ended there. Her husband said, “Well Melinda, that’s true for her, too. Don’t you remember when she used to be hot?”

Thanks. I think I’ll pass on that piece of cake and just go straight for the vodka.