I know I live in Brentwood, and there's a lot of discretionary income in this community, but I don't think I'll ever get used to the idea of folks wearing $250 sandals to the ballpark.
At our last T-ball game, the opposing bleachers looked like a cast party for Desperate Housewives, with all manner of white jeans, satin tops, spike heels and gigantic leather bags. Our side had a couple who dress like Felicity Huffman, including me, but only a few. It's not like Civitan Ballpark is THE place to be seen, and that red baseball dirt stays with you, if you know what I mean.
Yet more proof that I'm merely a junior varsity mom running in a varsity world.
1 comment:
I LOVE this. Don't worry Jill, I was always a Felicity Huffman mom too.
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