Matchless

Sartorial advice is often dispensed without being requested. I've made many fashion faux pas over the years, some of them slightly hilarious or hideous. Correcting my mistakes and encouraging me to broaden my purchasing palette is my fashionista daughter. The message to her mom is always, "Too matchy matchy." Often I heed her direction as I greatly admire her enduring style.

As I opened the living room shutters around eight AM this morning, I viewed snow tipped mountains. Dark clouds hovered close to the abundant whiteness and beyond, a brilliant sky beckoned. A camera moment. Not pausing to shower and dress properly, I grabbed my Sony and hurried outside.

My daughter would have smiled at my outfit. I had taken her admonitions to the extreme. There I was in the front yard wearing:
.a somewhat short green polka-dotted nightgown
.a pale lavender pique bathrobe (summer weight)
.dark blue fleece slippers



My hair was askew, my face unwashed. I focused on capturing the matchless mountains.