You Gotta Eat the Soup

People are always complementing me on my outfits. They ask, "Where'd you find that sweater?" or, "Those shose are fabulous!" 99.9% of the time I tell them, "Thanks-I went shopping in my mom's closet!"

It's true; my mom has awesome clothes. They are high quality, in style (but classic), and beautiful. She wears them for a bit, then gives them to me. Perfect! I am so lucky!!!!!

But, there is a cost to this unbelievable benefit. You gotta eat the soup.

What's the soup? The soup is the collection of advice and opinion I have to consume when accepting the fabulous clothes.

My mom loves me, and I love her. It's just that she's still waiting for me to grow up and become her vision for me. Never mind that I am just on the sunny side of 40, and pretty much grown. She's still hoping.

Most recently, the soup du jour was literally soup. You see, she's worried about my weight; and did I know that if I ate only homemade soup for a month I could lose so much weight? In fact, she just bought a soup making machine, and she's going to make the soup for me and bring it over.

Did I mention my weight? Did I ask for soup? No, and no.

When I told my husband she had called and told me to "come shopping in her closet today," but that I wasn't sure if I wanted to deal with the soup conversation anymore or not, he said I would go.

Because, he said, "If you want the clothes, you gotta eat the soup."

He was so right. Going to go and try my 3 bags of gorgeous clothes on now.