My daughter is enrolled in Fire Academy classes up north. She has her text books, her dorm room, a baby sitter, and her first class. She also has to have a business casual wardrobe.
This is the kid with the holy wardrobe. I know, you may think I’m silly worrying about this, but I know her. They have a dress code at the fire school. Business casual there includes collared shirts for everyone. I sent pictures and links. I gave her all my too-small pants which will do, but she needs shirts and good looking shoes.
How do I know to worry? Me. I’ve been just like her only I started out with less clothing. I wore the same very tired things over and over again. Mother wasn’t good with fashion and style when she was large either. Margot has a good eye when she is thinner, but she can’t see herself as other’s see her.
“I’ll stop at St Vincent de Paul’s Thrift store on my way home this morning,” she told me.
“Why not go to JCPenney’s and get shirts that are unblemished,” I replied thinking of the cost. St. Vincent’s is the bottom of the barrel in clothing around here.
I called her later and suggested she could borrow some of my stuff. It only took me thirty years to learn to wear more than a bathing suit.