In the past, my dad always used to tease his brother about marrying a high-maintenance woman. My Aunt Susan is classy, organized, always dresses well and is never mismatched. And now, with great glee, my Aunt Susan and Uncle Scott are turning every pun back on my father because he went from a marriage five years ago to a woman more concerned with comfort than class to an engagement with a woman who has to somehow somewhere be in the same gene pool with my Aunt Susan because their similarities are uncanny, to their great delight. Robin always dresses well, especially on days she gets to see my dad, loves to shop, and never mismatches. Ever. And when she does, say, commit a taboo like wearing a white purse with a black-theme outfit she feels the need to call her 19-year-old daughter in disbelief; to which Lauren will, quite seriously, ask if Robin is running a fever.
Dad has been with this lady for almost a year now and due to her generosity and fondness of me she has expanded my wardrobe to include some very cute and flattering pieces of clothing. I'm not kidding, the second time she met me she pulled out a gift bag and inside was a shirt in my size and style and favorite color. This woman knows her stuff, and that is now one of my favorite nice t-shirts. And slowly she has been affecting the way I dress - because, like my mother, I dress for comfort almost all the time and think little of flattering colors or styles. I used to be able to dress in 90 seconds or less because they were simply the first pieces of clothing yanked out my dresser drawers, but I now find myself pre-contemplating in the shower what I should wear for the day. I HAVE NEVER DONE THAT BEFORE. And, on a recent date day with Dave, and knowing I would be seeing Robin at my little sister's birthday party, I put on cute uncomfortable shoes and fussed over which top would look better with my skirt. Yeah, I said skirt. Anybody here know me at all? I DIDN'T USED TO WEAR SKIRTS. Now, after more than a year of dating and almost a year of Robin's subtle influence I wear skirts. AND I LIKE IT.
But Robin would be no prouder of me than at this moment. Knowing that I would be spending some time with Dave, I started thinking of what I would wear while on my morning jog, hours before my shower - I planned on wearing a skirt, not just spur-of-the-moment, but planned in advance this specific action. And then, me, she who wears the same pair of earrings for a month straight, began thinking constructively which earrings would match my outfit best (thermometer, anyone?). And seeing how I have 5 earring holes to fill this is more inconvenient than comfortable.
However, I have kept some shred of my dignity: I have fallen back on my favorite pair of comfortable flip-flops and turned down a much better suited pair of sandals because they feel like walking on planks of wood strapped to my feet. But damn it I match AND am pretty comfortable - where's my matching gold medal, Robin??
Dad has been with this lady for almost a year now and due to her generosity and fondness of me she has expanded my wardrobe to include some very cute and flattering pieces of clothing. I'm not kidding, the second time she met me she pulled out a gift bag and inside was a shirt in my size and style and favorite color. This woman knows her stuff, and that is now one of my favorite nice t-shirts. And slowly she has been affecting the way I dress - because, like my mother, I dress for comfort almost all the time and think little of flattering colors or styles. I used to be able to dress in 90 seconds or less because they were simply the first pieces of clothing yanked out my dresser drawers, but I now find myself pre-contemplating in the shower what I should wear for the day. I HAVE NEVER DONE THAT BEFORE. And, on a recent date day with Dave, and knowing I would be seeing Robin at my little sister's birthday party, I put on cute uncomfortable shoes and fussed over which top would look better with my skirt. Yeah, I said skirt. Anybody here know me at all? I DIDN'T USED TO WEAR SKIRTS. Now, after more than a year of dating and almost a year of Robin's subtle influence I wear skirts. AND I LIKE IT.
But Robin would be no prouder of me than at this moment. Knowing that I would be spending some time with Dave, I started thinking of what I would wear while on my morning jog, hours before my shower - I planned on wearing a skirt, not just spur-of-the-moment, but planned in advance this specific action. And then, me, she who wears the same pair of earrings for a month straight, began thinking constructively which earrings would match my outfit best (thermometer, anyone?). And seeing how I have 5 earring holes to fill this is more inconvenient than comfortable.
However, I have kept some shred of my dignity: I have fallen back on my favorite pair of comfortable flip-flops and turned down a much better suited pair of sandals because they feel like walking on planks of wood strapped to my feet. But damn it I match AND am pretty comfortable - where's my matching gold medal, Robin??
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