As P stood next to me while I scoped out a new purchase in front of my full length IKEA skinny mirror (always looking for ways to boost my self esteem), he asked me "Mom, mom, mom, why does that new shirt cover your bottom?" 

"Um, it's actually a dress, P."  

(Silence.)

"Why are you going to a wedding?"

Part of me acknowledges that it may be time for a fashion make-over. The other part of me now really wants to get invited to a wedding.