All the rage? Daddy begs to differ

Yesterday I got dressed in one of those deliciously comfortable fold over Gauchos which I serendipitously found buried under discarded jeans at the back of my closet- for want of a better reason other than to wear- at least once- something I bought a year back which I- as usual- completely forgot about in... err lets say...a space of one day.

Pairing it with a red top, I marched out, pass daddy who in turn, looked me over his morning cuppa.

'Good morning papa!' I chirped

'Are you trying to dress like mama?'

Oh for the love..... now I dress like a 70 year old woman... Oh well, at least I tried

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