This, gentle readers, is what happens when Nancy is forced to wander through a MALL while waiting for the oil to be changed and the new windshield wipers to be installed on her Honda. This howling mass of orange and fuschia and yellow. This tangerine colored shirt that can only be described as possibly having its own power source or “something that can double as a night light.” Even Daisy is simultaneously shocked and awed by Mommy’s getup, and can only stand by, gazing in cornea-ripping horror at the sheer Bright-Ness of my clothing.
Yeah, I’ve got NO room to comment on MCD’s Lelli Kellys now. None.What.So.Ever.
Did I mention the skirt is twirly? It’s twirly. Very. I’m off now to see what happened to the REAL me.