Last Saturday I went out for the evening. I put on my new capris and layered a white t-shirt with an aqua t-shirt. I was aiming for comfortable but not slobby. My husband took one look at me in my gear and said, “Why don’t you dress up for me anymore?”

“Uh, honey?” I said. “They’re sweatpants.”

“Oh. Never mind.”

What does it say about the rest of my wardrobe when I can throw on a pair of black sweats and my husband thinks I’m dressed up? I’m feeling less guilty about my little shopping spree already…

Ooh. Sophisticated and stylish.

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