If They were Polka Dots, I'd be Puking Right Now

I thought today might be a good time for a little fashion lesson. Spring is around the corner, evidenced by the fact that I went running outside in shorts and a tank top today. No tan lines afterwards, but one thing at a time.

(However, I'd like to give a quick shout-out to Jergens because apparently the self-tanner is working well enough so that drivers on the road didn't have to swerve and cover their eyes when they looked upon my barren limbs.) 

The wind was blowing at gale force, but I focused on the fact that I was simultaneously Outside and Not Freezing to Death! It's the little things.

Anyway, per the fashionista's advice on TV (where everything they say is true), I'm positive you all at home are busy cleaning out and purging your closets to ready them for this year's latest styles.

Or at least the new army of tank tops from Old Navy. Who says uniforms are just for kids?

Lilly, blessing me with her unique sense of style and creativity, graciously demonstrated one of fashion's purest principles: Just because you buy something at a fabulous clothing store, it doesn't mean that everything they sell is attractive or that all items should be worn at the same time.

Exhibit A:

While I love a good stripe as much as the next sailor, what I don't love is three different varieties of stripes on one child. Especially when the child is mine and wants to go in public.

She struggles with the concept of "Too Much of a Good Thing," evidenced by the above Fashion Don't. 

I struggle with too much of a good thing as well, but it's more focused on chocolate, Mexican food, and Starbucks products. Which, now that I've talked myself in circles, proves that you can't actually have too much of a good thing.

Just stripes and four year-olds who think they should dress themselves.