There was a time in my life when I wore Gunne Sax prairie revival dresses. I once made - and wore - a crocheted granny square vest in bright orange and avocado. At one time my favorite pair of pants were purple hip-hugger bell bottoms with a zipper running the entire length of each leg. I used to think my platform shoes made me look taller, but the truth is they only made me trip over my own feet. I loved my Dr. Scholl’s wooden exercise sandals until they broke my big toe. I stopped wearing hoop earrings the first time my newborn grabbed one. I’m amazed the fashion police never caught me. These days my wardrobe is much more subdued. Sundays I wear a skirt, a sweater and a pair of black Mary Janes. Every single other day it’s a T-shirt, sneakers and jeans. It's still a long way from high fashion, but at least I'm no longer a danger to myself and others.
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