A high school boyfriend accused me of over-thinking things. A high school religion teacher made me feel like less of a freak by telling me you can't ever think too much. 


My boyfriend was a jock. The teacher was a philosopher. 


I learned over the next 20 years that the truth, for me anyway, falls between the two extremes. 


I thought about the two guys and their advice for me this week after I turned down a chance to let the girls walk in a kids' fashion show at Nordstrom. The sales lady told me about the event when I bought Easter dresses for Esme and Josephine. 


"It will be fun," she said. "Do you want them to be in it?"


I have to admit: I thought about it briefly. Josephine loves to play dress up. Esme too, though her outfits lean toward the outlandish while Josephine favors the operatic. Think Tim Burton vs. Walt Disney. 


They would totally dig the chance to put on pretty clothes and strut the catwalk. The sales lady was right. It would be fun.



But....


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THE GUYS
2 yearss ago
I love the first paragraph of your post. Well crafted! I left you a comment on your blog. The world of fashion is ripe with pitfalls. I think you made a good decision. And your right, Nordstrom is just trying to drum up more business. www.theguysperspective.com/theguysblog