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I'll be the first to admit that I've never been a clothes horse. When given the choice between going to the mall to shop for the latest trends or shoving bamboo reeds into the tender quick under my fingernails, more often than not I'll pop one too many Ibuprofen, hold out my fingers and say a prayer for speedy recovery.

I don't know why. My mother dresses impeccably and adores shopping, as does her mother. I tend to run in a crowd of women noted for their sass, style and skills in a department store.

Even still, I just can't seem to get the hang of the whole shopping thing. There's all that looking and searching, stopping and starting, lifting and carrying, dressing and undressing, and unless everything's 75 percent off and I'm shopping for clothes for my son, it's really more than I can handle, even on a good day.

Which is why, when my son and I showed up to a south Tulsa library for a story time last week (the library hosts free story times at several of its branch locations each week, by the way, and they're all free and open to the public), I was completely shocked to find that we were two of just a few of the two dozen or so people there who weren't wearing skinny jeans tucked into a giant pair of Ugg boots.

Read on (if you dare) at <a href="http://www.tulsakids.com/?q=confessions-work-home-mom-uggs-have-eyes">my blog at TulsaKids.com</a>.

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