When my sister most looks like my mother

I was on my way to a business lunch last week, dashing down the highway because I was late, when I tried to drink and drive. There’s a reason they tell you not to do that. In the blink of an eye I went from a neatly dressed business woman to someone wearing an entire latte down the front of her shirt and pants.

I went home to change only to realize how few summer clothes I actually have that are not T-shirts from Value Village with writing on them.  So I went out and bought three tops – yes, they are all exactly alike except for different colors…so sue me, that’s the way I shop…find something you like and buy a lot of it… Anyhow, I bought these shirts, got home and looked at what they were made of since my sister has a thing for natural fibers and I had to decide whether to cut the labels out or not. Lo and behold they are made of wood.  No, I didn’t misspell wool. I meant wood. Who knew you could do that?  Who ever imagined you’d want to?

I wonder if this is natural enough or will my sister still give me that look that reminds me so much of the way my mother looked at me every time she saw what I was wearing?