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I do not understand the evolution of the tennis skirt into day wear for non-tennis playing, errand running mothers.  I view the tiny spandex uniforms with the same uncertainty as bell bottoms.  Misleadingly endearing in theory, but misplaced in the light of day.

I am admittedly intimidated by fashion forward styles and more comfortably relegated to the casual familiarity of a well-worn pair of jeans, the forgiving elasticity of yoga pants, or alternately the femininity of a timeless pencil skirt or simple day dress.  On the few occasions I have stepped outside my comfort zone I was seized by discomfort; my bravado exposed, like a failed Halloween costume, face paint itchy and cracking to reveal the person behind the illusion.  I may not be a fair judge of fashion.

So, rather than criticize what I do not understand, I’ll set my judgment aside and ask no one in particular: Does she play tennis?

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