Tatters

After dropping Genevieve off at preschool this morning, Marguerite and I hit the road for town to go clothes shopping for ME, something that rarely happens because I have a penchant for keeping clothes for at least 100 years before mucking out my closet.

I'm usually an impulse buyer, and I also tend to buy clothes that don't fit me.  Bad combination.  Today I came home with a new shirt and skirt and fingers crossed.  I also picked up a spiffy new outfit for Drew so he doesn't have to look like a shipwreck survivor at the gallery opening tomorrow night. 

Vallees in tatters need a personal shopper/stylist. Here's the well embellished half of our family: