Mom and my style

Favorite Snoopy Jacket!

I have always been a bit of a tomboy when it comes to clothes. I have not ever cared for dresses. The exception to this rule is that if I am going to get really dressed up I do like a dress and heels. But for the most part dresses and skirts have been the exception in my wardrobe... not the rule.


I have always remembered that once when I was in Kindergarten I decided it would be a fantastic idea for me to wear my older brother's navy blue three piece suit to school. Mom was pretty game and let me wear that suit to school. I didn't wear the tie, but I can remember hanging the jacket in the cloak room and wearing the blue vest buttoned up over the light blue short sleeve shirt all day.

As I got older I always thought it was great of mom to just let me be who I was... I played with Barbies... I had a lot of them. I even had a Barbie kitchen. I also played with Star Wars action figures and Tonka trucks. I wore girlie stuff too sometimes... I remember wearing a long dress with my nice shoes to school... stepping off the bus, stepping onto the skirt and doing a face plant onto the concrete and busting my lip. Mom came and got me and took me home.

Me in a girlie moment with Dad

Now, though, I know the real reason Mom quickly okayed the 3-piece suit. Apparently I was a nightmare child in kindergarten and 1st grade when it came to getting dressed in the morning. I think the fact I expressed an interest in wearing anything at all meant Mom would say "Yeah, great idea!" I sometimes suspect she sent us to Catholic school not because it was a better education, but because she didn't have to fight with me in the morning over what to wear. :)

But at the end of the day it made an impression on me that my ideas about what I wanted to be were okay with her. And if they were okay with her... then they were okay for the world. :)