Fashion Advice First…

I have a teen-aged daughter, therefore, I receive the occasional fashion advice. Usually unsolicited.

I returned home from an event last night and The Girl greeted me with… not disgust, not vicarious embarrassment, but more of a request rather than advice. The request was that I avoid wearing my khaki pants and red Keds. It was more of a beg than a request, springing from her 15 years of parochial schooling. And I really got a great, big laugh out it, once I figured it out…

Apparently, I was dressed just like a Catholic school boy.

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DJones BranchingOut

Pushing 50 and it's time to try a few (maybe... 365?) new things. This blog is not about reinventing oneself or one's life, but about how much fun one can have while going out on a limb and branching out. Kicking anxiety's butt one day at a time, yeah!

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