Ramblings on my lack of fashion sense

I am not fashionable. No wait, it's worse than that. I am fashion deficient. When God was making me, he considered "dresses self nicely" and then tossed it aside and chose "good at sudoku puzzles" instead.

It's fine, really. Don't be sad for me. And don't feel that you need to reassure me that I dress ok. Most of the time it doesn't bother me. I wasn't even aware of fashion until I was 18 and a cute boy pointed out that maybe I should look at what other girls were wearing (because skinny jeans weren't in anymore) (That was 1998).

Most of the time, I don't need to be fashionable anyways. I need stretchy. I need holds-up-well-to-crawling-on-the-floor. I need hides-baby-boogers-well. I need no-interesting-parts-to-yank-on. I need washable. So my wardrobe is pretty plain, but it suits me fine for now. It's only when I dress up - and by 'dress up' I mean wear jeans and something that is more than one color - that I feel a little insecure about my wardrobe. And wish I had a stylist. (So much of my life could use a stylist, sigh...)

I always wondered when would I know it was time to stop shopping in the junior section. Would I know? Would I wake up one morning and declare, "I'm a grown up" and henceforth happily shop in ladies wear? Or would I get approached by security one day, "Ma'am? (I get that a lot) I need to see some ID..."

Well, it happened... It's time.

Last weekend, I took KK out for a little shopping trip. Other than a few maternity items, I haven't shopped for new clothes for myself for two years. Our budget has been tight and I can't justify the expense and honestly, even I can tell that I'm so far gone that there's no catching up. But I had a gift certificate, so back to the junior section I went. And that's when I knew.

Nothing appealed to me. Something had happened in the two-year shopping break I took - everything went 80's.

Now, I'm not saying that 80's styles are bad. I know some of y'all can wear that stuff and look pretty rad, but I did all that already, in the 80's and ok, yes, most of the 90's (not a fashion star, remember?) and I just can't do that again.

So I looked through and found a few basic pieces I liked (read: stretchy) and headed to the cashier. But the line was really long, so I headed to the grown-up's wear department to pay and found myself looking around at all the beautiful clothing there. I didn't used to think grown-up wear suited me.

And that's when I realized... It has happened. I am officially grown up and ready to leave the junior section behind... well, for me anyways.