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Wanna know how I know I’m basically my mother? I own basically no jeans. I honestly don’t think I’ve ever seen my mother wear jeans. I totally understand why. They fit horribly, always tight, they lack that certain something. And after all, in the words of Connie, “we need color”. Instead, I find myself with a rainbow of pants, capris, and shorts. While there are days when I am horribly embarrassed to be the one who shows up to everything looking dressy, I’m more often sorry I’m not sorry.

Who’s with me? Here are a few of my favorites…



Happy Monday!