As I inhale my breakfast and hurry the kids out the door I notice a big glob of yoghurt on my shirt. A quick wipe and it’s all good. Not too much of a stain. I didn’t think anything more of it.
But actually it was quite a big mark, and now since I wiped it, my shirt was wet as well.
Do you remember those days, the ones where you would have changed your shirt, or not gotten yoghurt on it in the first place because you would have been actually sitting down to eat breakfast?! Funny isn’t it?
Now it’s not whether or not you’ve got something on your shirt (there’s always something on your shirt, or pants…), it’s how big the mark is and whether you can still get away with wearing it.
Later that day Sarah and I were at the shopping centre. We passed a beautiful 20something year old. Brown curly hair, smartly dressed, gorgeous shoes….I sighed… that was me….once.
And as I looked down at myself I noticed tiny fingerprints of paint on my shorts and smiled. Oh well, they go nicely with the yoghurt.
Sharing with Kate at Picklebums for Real Life Wednesday.