Fashion Don't

We went to a craft festival this past weekend with friends of ours who also have four kids. I wore a denim shirt, jeans, white tennis shoes, and a pony tail. At some point during the day, I realized, I looked like a DORK. Now I wore the denim shirt because it was long and I need to cover my butt because the jeans have a hole in them in the rear pocket region. I wore my new sneakers because I knew we would be walking. I wore a pony tail because I was too busy packing snacks to shower. I wore those jeans because they were clean. Holey, but clean. It all makes sense, if I break it down like that. The fact remains that the altogether effect was pure "Mom Nerd." I used to judge these women. Now I realize. I am a victim. It happens and you can't stop it. You can only put on more denim.