Perhaps I’ve been a little hard on Doug in past posts… especially about his white jeans and sunburn dilemma on a cruise from a few years back.  But honestly, he gives me so much great material to work with.  I can’t help myself.

That said, as a family we have a history of fashion oddities beyond the white jeans.

From the nerd son to the big hat people, we just roll with it…….

There were times growing up, I wasn’t sure if it was safe to invite friends over to my house….

But I can handle a lot, so it didn’t get me down.  I mean after all, I married a man who wore plaid pants………

Notice his black eye?  One word – Ice Hockey.  No idea what was up with my hair, but it was the 70s, you know.  And no, that’s not a tattoo on my wrist, it’s just a flaw in the picture.

This is a tattoo…….

My sons don’t do anything small.  No messing around with a teeny one on the shoulder when you can use your whole torso.

This has been a very busy work week.  I’m worn out.  I am glad I don’t have to think about fashion tomorrow… it’s a jeans and tennis shoes day.

I’m also a little embarrassed having prattled on last Monday about my restful yet productive weekend …. then descending into a total chaos work week.

It all made me feel like running away this afternoon.  I used to do that a lot as a kid.  I was getting ready to leave in this picture….

Sometimes I took a stuffed animal for company.  Once I packed a small suitcase…full of doll clothes.  But I was always up for a photo-op.  Then I walked to the corner and back again.

I miss my wonky pig tails….that was a fashion statement.