And even though my daughter may not believe me, I am not QUITE as old as the Beatles: but I do remember them and that song. Especially the time they played it for Mickey Mouse's birthday on the Wonderful World of Disney back in the 70's. Try as I might, I couldn't find that video on YouTube.

So welcome to my party: We've got cake for you!


And no, dear. Mickey is older than me too.

Just a bit.

Seriously.

One of the benefits of having a teenage daughter is that she shares her wonderful fashion sense with her dowdy old mom.

Before I had a child, I stayed in touch with what was in style. I possessed the ability to mix and match. But once 1991 came around and daughter popped on the scene, like many new moms I concentrated more on dressing my child than myself. I soon sunk into the habit of old T's and jeans, bulky sweatshirts and shoes that were on the verge of disintegration.

Now that I have my own version of Stacy from "What Not To Wear" at home, I don't embarass her or myself quite as much (at least by the way I look).

But it wasn't always that way.

Back 1997 when she was about six, she wanted to help me pick out a new winter coat. Searching amongst all the outwerwear racks at Sears, she soon found one that fit my criteria: it was long enough to cover my butt, had a hood and large pockets. However the color wouldn't have been my first choice.

But she was insistent that THIS was the one that looked the best on me. So I gave in and purchased it.


It wasn't until I got home that I realized just WHY my six year old daughter liked that purple and green coat so much....