Haters Gonna Hate

Adventure Mom in action.

It all started at Wadi Rum, when Gregg Lines told me "Kristi, if I were to name your outfit today, it would be called Adventure Mom."

Easy for the guys to criticize when they didn't have to change their wardrobe AT ALL for this trip. There's only so much a gal can do with mom pants, long-sleeved shirts, and crew neck tees! 

I can't tell you how many times somebody has asked me--with a slight squint of the left eye--"OMG, where did you get that??? Goodwill??" 

"YUP."

And I didn't even buy it because I was desperate for halal clothes. I BOUGHT IT 'CAUSE I LIKED IT.

So while I only slightly resent the fact that my ensembles were relentlessly made fun of for the past few months (and I am the first to admit that I erred on grandma side of grandma chic!) I can't say that I didn't have fun with it all. I'll proudly rock the mom look any day because y'know what? I work that ish.

And for the record, I'm definitely celebrating my leaving the Middle East by wearing a low-cut shirt (read: below the collar bone) in Ben Gurion International Airport. AMMMEEEERICA!!!!!!!!!!

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For your viewing pleasure, here is a gallery of my classmates' favorite ensembles:

The look that started it all: Adventure Mom.

Retirement Mom.

European Coffee Shop Mom.

Safari Mom.

Tea-and-Crumpits Mom.

60's Mom.

Roman Holiday/Sightseeing Mom.

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And the icing on the cake . . .

I'm here at the airport in Tel Aviv writing this with Tom Nance sitting next to me. The following conversation actually happened.

"Kristi, you blogging over there?"

"Mmmm hmmm."

"You're such a Blogger Mom."