My sister inherited our Mother's amazing style....I inherited her ability to host, nurture and laugh at everything. My style is.....umm, as my sister told me once...boring. Matronly, is the word I think she used. Well, she also used the words dull and boring too. Her brutal honesty is a gift from our Dad.
While Rhonda is the shining star in the room and her sense of style is amazing, I am a wallflower next to her. Like Mama, she pulls off bright, flashy, sparkly, fresh clothes.....all colors of the rainbow - sometimes at the same time!
Me? Solid colors...mostly gray. Even my nine year niece told me today when I brought home a new black skirt, `Aunt Renee, you have lots of those skirts already. That's all you wear every day'. I tried to reason with her that I mix things up, and my navy skirts wasn't black....that I work in a professional office (she rolled her eyes at me). When I can't convince a 9 year old...I need help!
I'm a plain Jane.
Peace
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