I’ve decided that one of the strongest pieces of evidence supporting the idea that God made us for community is that I seem incapable of shopping for clothes on my own.
It takes a team of expert consultants (mostly my daughters and/or my mom who is 78, but has been known to swap clothes with the 24-year-old so she’s very cool dontchaknow).
We’re spread out, but devoted to each other and committed avoiding having a candid photo of us show up in Glamour magazine with the headline “Fashion Don’ts”.
So we take pictures of ourselves in dressing rooms wherever we are shopping and text them to each other asking the others to weigh in and give advice.
I’m not kidding.
