B---- Stole My Look!

When I dropped Kara off at the high school for her prom, the new principal yelled out to me I love her dress and no one else has it!

I was both complimented and relieved.

No female wants to see a body double at an event. No woman enjoys the comparison and judgment that comes from being a duplicate.

No one wants to play a Joan Rivers’ Fashion Police game of Bitch Stole My Look.

And two weeks ago on a cold Friday morning I chose to wear my favorite 20 year old “Garden City ” embossed sweatshirt  with my 10 year old favorite navy blue fleece sweatpants and some white mismatched ankle socks. I had planned on cleaning the house alongside my cleaning woman.

But when Blanca came in the door she was wearing the exact same “Garden City” embossed sweatshirt which was long abandoned and given to her by my friend. With it she wore navy blue sweat pants and white cotton socks.

And when she looked at me, and I at her, it was a little awkward.

We were mirror images.

I had stolen her look at her work event.

And while I cannot tell you who wore this outstanding house-frau fashion look better, I can assure you that if Joan Rivers was watching us, the award  that neither of us would have ever have won, was best dressed.