You're not the boss of me.

So...I took my darling 16 yr old daughter shopping for clothes for school. While at the store, i saw some jeans at a price too good to pass up. While I am helping her find some, I glance through the style that I like. Yes, I grew up in the 60's and 70's so I was looking at the flare legged jeans. However, as some of us probably have the tendency to do, I looked at those jeans that are so popular with the kids right now. You KNOW the ones I'm talkin' about they have straight legs. But not just any straight legs-the kind that strangulate your thighs and hug your calves so tight your knees can hardly bend. Well, at least that's how they fit my healthy-sized set of get-away-sticks. Well, my lovely daughter who looks SO good in anything catches me looking at them and says, ever so sweetly, "Uh, Mom...NO!" So I didn't. Why did I let her dictate my fashion choices? Well, during the same shopping trip I happened to notice another older woman shopping in the same area. She was probably my mom's age (79) and was all 'tarted' up in her best make up and the most recent Hannah Montana wear. I decided that my daughter was right, I should just stop. However, for those of you who see me in my awesome, straight-legged, tight-pegged jeans-here is the rest of the story. I returned to that same store with a different daughter a couple of days later, tried them on again and decided that I am 50, I can wear what I want. I also think I look pretty OK in them. Especially with my maroon high-tops. I'm pretty sure that was what the other lady was thinking so, more power to us both.