The Morning I realized I was my mother

 I’ve always been a matchy-matchy kind of gal. I don’t know why- it’s just one of those things that makes me, me. I adore high heels, revel at the fact that MAC has released a new lip color, and never say no to a chance to dress up. But today was the day I realized I was my mother – if in fashion only. My mother was many times the same way, although growing up she was, as she proudly proclaimed, “dirt poor”. She was the daughter of a boat…