I owe an apology to another mother somewhere out there
It's not my fault. I can honestly say that.
My daughters try to dress me.
I know I'm too old to do it.
I know I'm too lazy to do it.
But sometimes I do.
In the name of fashion I occasionally don the trendy low rise jeans. The only real annoying thing about them is that they do require hiking up pretty often.
They are actually pretty comfortable though although they don't give me support in the exact place I need it (ahem - a little higher above the waistline of the low rise.)
But other than that - designers I salute you! Nice going.
Oh - except for the fact that the low rise has a tendency to become v-e-r-y low rise.
For instance, say, if you're bending over in the aisle of the local retailer on the bottom shelf for a jug of laundry soap and you feel a cool breeze below your back but above your thighs and there is a possible-nay-probable chance that a boy, say about 10-years old, may have been schooled in what the butt crack of a middle-aged woman might look like.
If that was your son - I'm sorry.
I'd like to say it won't happen again but other 10-year olds consider yourself warned. They were capris and it's summer. They'll be appropriate for another four months.
