I know it doesn’t matter.
It doesn’t matter that I carefully chose a favorite dress in a fine, soft cord today. It has a little quirky bird print on it and the colors are perfect for Fall.
I know it doesn’t matter how I tried on five different black sweaters to see how they look with the dress. Which one is the right length? Ruffles? Button-up or open?
(Midge Frock, London Leggings, and scarf from Matilda Jane. Shoes from Seychelles)
I know it doesn’t matter which black leggings I chose. Or that I chose leggings over tights or even bare legs. As it was warm enough for bare legs today.
I know it doesn’t matter that I dug through my sock drawer looking for a fun pair of socks. Something coordinating but not matchy-matchy.
I know it doesn’t matter that I wore my short black wedge booties. The perfect heel and look for my dress. Not too heavy of a look and it gave me the right balance.
I know it doesn’t matter that I changed my handbag to match my outfit.
I know that not one child on the field trip today cared what I wore or took note of one part of my outfit.
I know that none of the other moms chaperoning noticed either.
But some days this is truly all I have to make me feel significant.
Because so many times I feel like that little girl blending into the wallpaper with nothing interesting to say.