This weekend was the long awaited J. Crew warehouse sale in Lynchburg. In addition to this meaning I was getting to catch up with my sweet collegiate (and some alums!) friends, it meant shopping extravaganza. I managed to escape the sale with 4 new pairs of shoes (3 pairs of heels!), 1 pair of pants, 3 cardigans, 1 vest, and 2 dresses. I'm mildly in love with the vest. To the point where I have actually uttered the phrase "I love Vest" multiple times in the last hour. I love Vest. I'm working on becoming a bit more trendy and I think Vest fits the bill. It reminds me of England and riding and tweed and that whole vibe. Anyway, just now I was retrying on my clothes as I put them away. I mean, doesn't every girl love playing dress up in her closet? Testing out new outfits and clothing combos? I really think four year olds have the right idea on how to live life- finger foods (chicken nuggets, pizza, hamburgers, french fries... really, the most delicious foods are all eaten sans silverware), nap time, dress up... The list is endless really.
Anyway, as I said, I was trying on my clothes when my brother came in to ask a question about his Spanish hw. Next thing I know, my brother is serving as my mini fashion consultant. He hasn't done that since I was in high school. I used to get up in the morning and the way timing worked, I could get his approval on my outfit while I was brushing my teeth and he was just getting up to go to elementary school. If my brother said I didn't look cool, it meant I needed to change clothes ASAP. Usually, my 10 year old brother would kinda shrug and say "looks decent" and I would feel like I was in acceptable high school senior attire. Flash forward five years and now he's approving my work clothes. His descriptions of how outfits made me look were dead on. One of my newest dresses made me look like "Madeleine" (one of my favorite literary heroines-she says pooh pooh to the lion in the zoo, after all). He noticed that high waisted dresses/pants make my short stumpy legs a bit less short and stumpy. He warned me when certain cardigan/shirt combos made me look like a granny. He helped me figure out what was trendy and professional enough to wear to school and what was trendy to wear on a weekend and what I really should never attempt to wear in public ever. I love my brother. He's so cool. I'm not exaggerating. I realize this makes him sound a bit limp wristed, but it isn't like that at all. He's just very fashion conscious. And more men should be.
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