Today I've taken the day off work. No, it's not to knit (though days off are there to do with whatever one chooses, you know!). It's to go and see my child's French play at the absurd hour of 1 p.m. If I have time to knit before then, so be it.
When she awoke this morning, my child suggested that I wear something like "regular jeans and a black T shirt - an ordinary one". Over breakfast, she reminded me that it's a drab day, and darker colours are more suitable than bright ones on days such as these. While dressing, she came into my room and picked out the freakin' outfit she "sincerely hoped" I would wear.
WTF, people?! My daughter is embarrassed by me! You know, I could handle that if I were a hot mess in the fashion department, but really. People stop me on the street to compliment my ensembles!!
I'm half inclined to put on every colour of the rainbow and wear a wide-brimmed hat.
Update: Of course, I wore the boring outfit. The gratitude in her eyes was enough to justify it. And now I have all kinds of leverage when I want her to change her outfit. If only I could parlay it into argue-free showering.