"C" is for cookie.....

I may have done something bad.

Ok, I am fairly confident I was mean.

Yes, I am certain I was evil.

As you might have guessed by the title of this blog, I like fashion. That might be an understatement.....I live for shoes and purses. If stilletos did not exist there would be no need for me to breathe anymore. I love everything about shoes: the way they look on your feet, the way they make you feel, the way they make a womans legs look fantastic even when she is only 4'10" (I mean, not that I would know from personal experience what it is like to be that short). And shoes always fit. On a "fat day" you can still put on your favorite pair of sparkly black Nina heals and feel good about yourself. Even your best pair of jeans can't revive a "fat day." Walking through a shoe department for me is like looking at all the things in the world that have the possibility of making me happy all lined up pretty with lights on them saying "Look at me Jenna, life isn't so bad, put me on and everything will be ok." Ahhhh.....sweet sweet dreams of Macy's shoe's........Oh shoot, wait! This was about me being evil! Crap! Sorry, got side tracked!

Ok, Focus! Whew, that was close, almost totally lost it for a moment. I'm back now, and my guilt is restored to my moment yesterday where I was evil. So, me, total fashionista =) Now, I am aware that I am not perfect. Do I make mistakes, yes. Have I left the house looking totally disheveled, absolutly. However, I try very hard to always always look my best. As my good friend Gina would have to agree with me, you never know when you are going to run into people you may know or the man of your dreams.....and you don't want either to see you looking like you just rolled out of bed and threw on whatever was on your floor onto your body. (AKA, no going to the B-ville Starbucks without your prom dress, HAHAHA, right G). So, needless to say, I try to always be cute.

This has somewhat led to me becoming the "fahion go-to-girl" in my household. I guess watching every episode of "What Not to Wear" and idolizing Stacy and Clinton will get a girl a good name with the fam. A few years ago I was even shopping with my mom ( I think we were at Dillards) when one of the sales ladies asked if I was a personal shopper. Woo Hoo, bonus points for me! So, anyway, I am used to things being borrowed and my advice being solicited.

Yesterday morning shortly after 6am while I was snoozing (yes, I am a snoozer, you never want to sleep with me, I hit that dang button like 5 times in the morning) my mom shouted up to me, "Can I wear your new blue coat today, I am wearing a blue outfit and I think it would be cute." I think I vaguly remember groaning a yes. It is at this point that I must interject 3 statements. 1) My mom is gorgeous. Like really, beautiful. She is a very put together 50 something lady. I am sure many women are jealous of her and I only hope to look as good as she does when I get to be that age. 2) She 90% of the time looks fantastic and has a great sense of fashion. Her clothes are cute and a lot of the items (if I was small enough....keep dieting Jenna, you can do it) are things I would borrow. 3) She is "matchy matchy" While I would borrow a lot of her things, I might not necessarily put them together the way she does. For example: she insists that blue jeans go best with blue shirts. And that is she is wearing a red shirt she needs red shoes, and a red purse, and red earings, and a red ring, and a red necklace, and a red scarf and a red coat.......you get my drift. Oh, and the over-accesorizing is a little much. Now I have tried to insist that you can infact wear a black shirt with blue jeans and throw in, oh, I don't know, red shoes for shits and giggles, but this is all a little much to grasp. We are taking it slowly and following the advice of CoCo Chanel and removing one article of jewelry before you leave the house so that you never over do it. Ok, but I am getting sidetracked again, I just needed to give you the backdrop.

So, after snoozing half of my morning away I come downstairs to see my mom in what I can only describe as the worst outfit she owns (I am so sorry). She is hip and I love her dearly so I am sorry this is public knowledge now, but yes, the worst outfit she owns. It looks like something an 80 year old woman should be wearing. And I have thought that from the day she bought it. It is a pair of bright blue pants with a matching blue buttom up top that has some embelishment on it. And today she is wearing it with a blue scarf, blue shoes and some blue jewelry. Its bad. I take one look at her and say, "THIS is what you are planning on wearing my BRIGHT BLUE coat with?" She sweetly smiles and says, "Yes!" (Oh no, this is wear I am feeling bad again). Horrified, I shout out, "No, I cannot under and circumstances let you do that! You cannot borrow it. I cannot let you leave the house, in my clothes looking like COOKIE MONSTER!!!" She just stared at me. I continued, "I will not have people think I helped you pick this outfit out, and when you tell them it is my coat that you borrowed they will think I helped and I want no part in people thinking I okayed you looking like Cookie Monster. Mom, you can't be serious that you think this is okay!?!?!? Really? This is not okay!!!!"

I'm officially a bitch. I mean, I kind of thought that I might be, but this just sealed the deal.

I got to work, called my sister and told her the story....ya, she agrees, I'm a bitch.

I mean, I don't deny that I'm totally right in my opinion, it was terrible, and she really did look like Cookie Monster. I was waiting for Elmo and the gang to pop out at any minute and start to sing me a song about life lessons or something. But that didn't happen. All that happened was that I got home from work, apologized to my mom (who did infact wear the blue coat to work---she told me she was actually going to wear another completly fabulous coat of mine but couldn't find it, thought I hid it from her, so she wore the blue one out of spite), then felt bad that I was so harsh in my judgment. I should have expressed my distaste in a better way than calling her Cookie Monster (even if the shoe fit, LOL).

Life lesson for the day: There are nice ways to say what you are feeling without making it at someone else's expense. Even when you are trying to help, make sure you are not hurting someone's feelings.