I'll be the first to admit that I'm not a fashion plate. When I was younger the clothes I wore and matching accessories, heels and purse were very important. Everything had to be coordinated and they were. Now, I've been known to meander downtown in one of my beloved muumuus. My daughter recently commented "Ya know mom, your style is "Don't Care". And she is right, because "I Don't Care (anymore)". I'm now all into comfort. Very important to be comfortable. I can walk past any mirror, glance toward it and see my image through {{{{{{{{{{{The Comfort Filter}}}}}}}}}}}. My teeth are brushed, run my fingers through my hair (I don't even know if I have a brush or comb), yep, my glasses are in place, clean muumuu on, there's my purse and I'm READY.
I had to order my muumuus over the internet. They don't sell them around here. A friend who moved to Hawaii last year actually sent me an 'authentic' Hawaiian muumuu. It was disappointing to see the K-Mart tag attached. Two years ago I ordered two of each color, a total of six of the little gems. It did briefly cause me a tiny concern that people might think I was sleeping in my muumuu and wearing it a second time. Then I ran it through {{{{{{{{{{{The Comfort Filter}}}}}}}}}}} and I made this comment to myself. "Don't Care".
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