I know a lot of ladies who are fashionistas. This is not my gift. I can bake with the best of them and I can hold my own when decorating my house, but personal style illudes me. Are the well-dressed and made-up snobs about people who aren't? Do they gather in a room and giggle about my Old Navy flip flops and Goodwill handbags? Even if my budget would allow for $200 cut and color and $300 shoes (which it most certainly does not), I'm not sure that's my thing. I'd have to hire a stylist... seriously.
Here's what gets me: I don't particularly care if you can bake or not. I eat store bought cookies and cakes from a box. So why would I think that my fashionable friends point and laugh at my style...or lack thereof? Why am I, at the ripe old age of 31, still uncomfortable in my own skin?