A Style of His Own

Abby has been in desperate need of winter clothing. She’s been wearing the same size too small pair of pink pants and purple Sesame Street hoodie since the cold weather struck. All of her dresses are summer style, and it doesn’t matter how ridiculously adorable the outfit is, short sleeves won’t cut it when it’s snowing.

J ventured out on Black Friday. Not super crazy at 5 a.m., but crazy enough at 10. Along with the first few Christmas presents of the season, which is another entry unto itself since we are the Kingdom of Procrastination, he bought Abby a couple of much needed winter dresses. Just the fact that he is trying to purchase a girl some clothes is enough to sound the alarms.

He called, wondering what size he should get. I told him. When he called back a few minutes later, on his way to a different store, I asked if the dresses came with tights or leggings. He said no. I asked if he could try to find some. Again, bare legs might be a little cold when it’s snowing.

When he returned home alive and intact from the Black Friday madness, I inspected his purchases. The dresses were surprisingly nice. One red, one black. Both simple corduroy with classic flower embroidery by the bottom hem. The red one will look cute for Christmas.

The leggings, though. They’re bad. Let’s put it this way; Abby, I’m going to go ahead and apologize for your father’s fashion blunders now. You should see how he tries to dress your brothers sometimes. We’ll be on the lookout for leggings or tights that aren’t psychedelic, and maybe even match, hopefully before the first snowfall.

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