An Extremely Important Poll On The State Of My Attire

*names and ranks have been changed to protect myself since I’m not sure who exactly, in my near family reads my blog. Wait a minute. Who am I fooling? They’re gonna figure this out anyway!

Let’s say I have an Uncle-in-law; a senior citizen widowed Uncle with a girlfriend. And let’s just say that her name is Marge.

Now, I like Marge. But the family has some issues with her. Namely, that she has filled the shoes of a beloved and much missed relative. But darn it if Marge isn’t just a hoot.

We’ve both been brought into this family by one of their men so I feel like we have a connection right there. But to top it all off, she speaks her mind and is a bargain shopper extraordinaire. To my mind….what’s not to love?

But the family loves to belittle her behind her back about her thrifty ideas and her bossy ways and her general sense of “Not Being the Women Who Used to Fill That Spot”. They aren’t mean; they are just having a hard time letting go.

So it’s a common inside joke to refer to something that is cheap or maybe a little bit tacky by saying, “It looks like something Marge got at a garage sale.” Which basically I don’t get, because I think that’s a good thing!

I’m such an outcast!

So in comes my shopping spree this weekend.

I just happened to have a gift card to Macy’s that was burning a hole in my pocket. My wardrobe has hit an all time low and since I’ve now lost 10 lbs recently (shameless pat on the back, there) everything is fitting a little saggy-er.

And I just found THE cutest shoes on the 50% off rack to go with the $17 dollar dress I had just purchased.

And I mean THE cutest!

I swiped up the shoes and came home to model them for my hubby and daughter….the boys could care less. But when I pulled the dress over my head and then slipped the shoes on, what does my husband say?

“Those look like something Marge would buy!”

If I had a rubber band in my hand, I would have shot him with it square between the eyes!

So whaddya think?

Cute or Tacky?




Oh, and remember my gift for limericks? I can write the naughty ones too so watch it!