not mom jeans, but close

I did something today I swore I would never do.

I bought an outfit for myself at Coldwater Creek. Actually two. (And Susan, I'd appreciate if you'd hold your snicker until the end of the post.)

The saleswomen at Ann Taylor and J Jill love me now too.

I like what I bought. A jacket here. A dress there. A skirt and blouse somewhere else. I resisted the urge to buy new pants. I'm still holding on to the dream of losing some weight. But I couldn't help but change up my wardrobe for the upcoming colder months. Plus, any potential job moves would require pantyhose - quite unfamiliar territory.

Don't get me wrong. The clothes at all three stores are of fabulous quality. And some pieces are stylish and chic. But I should probably start saving for my mom jeans now. Because judging by the merchandise at these stores, my tastes - and my size - are now more...ahem...mature.

When did I stop buying clothes in odd numbered sizes? When did pieces from places like Forever 21, Urban Outfitters, and Nordstrom's BP. become a tad bit short and risque? When did I become a grown up?

I am all about classic and sophisticated. But by making the jump from hot stuff to Coldwater, I fear I am dressing older than my age. I don't want to look younger. I don't want to look older. I just want to remain somewhat fashionable, dammit!

Is there even such a thing as dressing your age?