My favorite conversation of the week involves fashion.
Location – my room at my desk in front of the computer. On the screen is a pic of an amazing buyer/super-stylist/iconoclast wearing an impeccable ensemble.
I call my niece over to discuss said outfit with her and this is what ensues:
Me: “Oh My God, do you see this outfit niece ?!?!?! I could rock that or something like that.”
Niece: “No, you could not (said with exasperation) !”
Me: “Why not?”
Niece: “It looks good on her, but would not look good on you cause she can do that. You would look ridiculous – on her it’s cute”
Me: “How about the earrings?”
Niece: “No!”, said with level 10 teen eye-roll .
Me: “How about the shoes?”
Niece: “No! Those are too high and you will kill yourself!”
Me: “What about the hair?”
Niece: “Aarghhhhh….. I am leaving now …”
And she does leave muttering to herself, but not quietly cause I can hear her say that I drive her crazy with this fashion stuff.