Well, I never thought of it that way.

I beg of you. Turn me in to these people. I have plenty of challenges for these two. It'd make a great show. Please, turn me in.

About a month ago, I was whining about this fabulous trip to Mexico and nothing to wear. I'm pretty fashionista-unsavvy. And I'm tall. And like almost every other American woman who actually eats, dissatisfied with my jiggly junk in the trunk. Although, with this kick ass personality I've got, I'm totally okay with me. It all balances out.

So, I'm whining, to my girl, JulzHOLLA! who IS fashionista-savvy. And it just so happens we mostly wear the same size, and it also just so happens that she is NOT going to Mexico. So, she doesn't need her sundresses, bikinis, or sarongs right now. Even further, she's pregnant, and so, I can carelessly borrow these things because as she has stated, "It'll be a while until I can wear this stuff." I"m a bit slow to return things. So I just try not to borrow what I can't promise I'll get back immediately. It's a personal goal. I'm good with it.

JulzHOLLA! and I have been bestest buds, online girlfriends for wow, well, almost two years now. Happy Anniversary, hun. If you were a man, it would be about time to begin harrassing you about marriage. But since that's taken care of, maybe we should exchange gigantic diamond rings anyways, or get matching tattoos, or hey, how about lend each other clothes! The problem with the lending the clothes part is I will be the lendee and you the lender...seeing as how you don't want my What-Not-To-Wear wardrobe. Someone turn me in, please!

So, we've been pretty close pals for almost two years, and she has set out these clothes for me. As usual, to a fashion-moron such as myself, as the clothes lay on the bed in a pile, they don't really catch my attention. Us fashion-idiots, can't see mentally vision how it'll look on from a glance of what's on the rack. Even idioter, we hate trying on clothes. But I've promised JulzeHOLLA! to try them on. The kids are playing nice down in the basement, I get a whole wardrobe to try on, no kids hiding in the clothes racks and my girlpower pal to tell me how bad or good I look in all her clothes. And it's free, so maybe these clothes will look better.

I sigh, because I have to de-robe, and even all by myself with the door shut and no mirrors, I hate taking off clothes. Half of you readers are saying, "What's she talking about? I had no idea she hated her body so much." To you, I say, I don't hate my body, I just don't like to see it... The other half of my readers when you read how I hate trying on clothes because for a half a second I'm naked, and I'm not good with that. You are saying, "MMMM HMMM, I know girl!"

I start to try on the clothes, and they are just awesome! Every piece, just great! I am actually enjoying trying on the clothes. But I'm shocked because I had no idea she had such a sweet wardrobe. And she never told me!

"Julz, I had no idea you had such cute dresses and fancy clothes."

"Well, Les, I suppose we don't get out much together when we're dressed up, except maybe to Chuck E. Cheese, or the park."

"Good point."

And so it goes for us Stay-at-Home Moms.
That's how I roll.