I found myself in one of those chaotic mornings again. You know the type — the ones that have me making multiple trips in and out of the driveway because one kid forgot it was library day, while another was all set for crazy hat day, and the youngest was still in pajamas. As I pulled up for drop-off, I hopped out of the car to deliver a top-secret document to the main office, and that’s when I spotted you. You were a sight to behold — just what I needed after a night of being woken up twice by my son’s bad dreams from that show he’s not allowed to watch, Ghost Adventures.
You looked so relaxed, chatting effortlessly with another mom. I hurriedly said “hello” as I dashed past, but I couldn’t help but glance at you. I know it’s not polite to assess someone like that, but I couldn’t resist admiring you in a “Wow, you look great!” way rather than a “Who does she think she is?” way.
Honestly, I sometimes check out you and the other moms because, at 43, I’m still figuring out my style and desperately need some inspiration. You were stunning this morning, and I needed to memorize your outfit for future reference.
You wore those trendy ripped boyfriend jeans, perfectly cuffed, proving you know the skinny jean craze is ebbing (thank goodness). Meanwhile, I’m still trying to phase out my wide-leg boot cuts from 2008 in favor of, you guessed it, skinny jeans. You snagged those designer jeans for a mere $12 on the discount rack, while I’m stuck paying $128 for something similar because I need the guidance of personal stylists who vastly outnumber the shoppers.
Above those jeans, you sported a charming sleeveless top that was just the right length. Your toned arms made me slightly envious, but hey, I’m Italian, and my upper arms are meant for stirring sauce, not flaunting in sleeveless attire. Plus, I don’t hit the gym.
You had a lovely tan, even though it’s only May and this is the second day anyone could go sleeveless comfortably. What’s your secret? Are you using self-tanner? How do you avoid those telltale streaks that I can never seem to escape? I’ve scrubbed before applying, but I always end up with unsightly orange spots on my ankles and elbows.
Your strappy heels added a touch of elegance to your look, and you walked with such grace that it put my clumsy attempts in heels to shame. I feel like a galloping horse when I wear them. Honestly, I can’t muster the confidence to wear heels for drop-off; you make it look effortless. What’s your secret?
I noticed your chic, pricey sunglasses shielding your eyes from the sun. I lost my pair and had to replace them with a cheaper set from Walgreens, which I’m sure are far less stylish than yours.
Your hair was perfectly styled, sleek and frizz-free, and your roots matched the rest of your hair flawlessly. Meanwhile, mine betray me every six weeks when the gray starts to show, but I let it slide for another two weeks because I can’t find the time to visit the salon. Are your roots naturally harmonious, or does your stylist live with you? Do you handle laundry or just buy new outfits when things get dirty? What about meal prep? Do you cook, or do you have a delivery service? I once tried grocery delivery during a chaotic week, but I found it wasn’t worth the fees.
Anyway, I just hope you didn’t notice me staring, thinking I was judging you. I’m not; I’m just an admirer, appreciating your effort. If I see you again, I promise to remember my manners, although no guarantees!
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In conclusion, I just want to say I admire your effortless style and dedication. You’ve inspired me to step up my game, even if I might still struggle to keep up.