I came to a funny realization the today. At some point, and I’m not entirely sure when, I started actually caring what I looked like. Like, moreso than “Dressed, combed, and don’t stink.” (That was Junior High). When I was younger appearance was little more than an annoyance, for me it was the simpler the better! Slip-on shoes? Love ‘em! T-Shirts? God’s gift to mankind! Hats? Anything to keep me away from a comb! Shorts? Yes please!
So it strikes me as painfully funny to reflect on the me-that-was compared to the last couple of years. On Monday I went shopping and didn’t hit a single non-clothing store. While there I bought more clothes than Emily. o_O I now have a “summer wardrobe”, and this excites me. When shopping I try things on rather than just look at the tag and say “should be about right…” I’m dressing in layers, simply because it looks nice. I own more button up shirts than t-shirts. I’ve worn a tie, just because I felt like it. I make a concerted effort to coordinate my clothes in the morning. I spend 10 to 15 mintues in the mornings now just doing my hair. I use “hair products”. I even caught myself worrying that my shoes didn’t match my belt…
When did that happen?!?
So Mom, just thought that you’d like to know that all of those years of dragging me through department stores trying to get me to wear ANYTHING that wasn’t slip-on, apparently they paid off. Thanks 
I remember when you actually started to care about what you looked like. You were dating Emily and I took you shopping and you let me buy you some button down shirts. Isn’t it wonderful what a woman will do in your life! We love Emily!
Horray for hair products! This was so fun to read. I love you so much Brandon and I’m SO proud of you and the wonderful man you are!
Love, Mom