Frumpy Town

Someone please help me! Call Oprah, Ellen, Rachael Ray, I don't care. But, I REALLY need a makeover. I have no fashion sense anymore. Of course this is coming from the girl who made a conscious decision to wear pink pants and a purple t-shirt with a picture of Pink Panther playing tennis with multiple rackets on it for our fifth grade class picture. And let's not forget the glasses with my initials in gold on the front. But, let's DO forget about the eighties. I can't be held responsible for that entire decade. The point is I don't have anything in my closet that says I'm a hip, youngish, cool new mom. Instead I look like a tired, frumpy, out of date mom. And I really don't want to embarrass Jake. I know a lot of this is due to my new body by baby and things would look better on me if I could just lose that last ten pounds. Somehow, I think more exercise and less chocolate is needed for that to happen. But until that day, I would really like to look cute again. So if you can hook me up with "What Not To Wear" or if you just want to come to Austin and take me shopping that would be fabulous.