top/blazer: gifts // jeans: paige denim // shoes: wanted shoes
I grew up with two brothers.
Two brothers that alternatively annoyed me, copied me, drove me crazy and made me wish to be an only child.
Two brothers that also made me laugh, were my constant playmates and who I would never trade for.
However, neither of them were very good at giving Christmas presents growing up.
But we are older now and both of them consistently give very good gifts -- gifts that they will go to the far depths of the mall for -- even to the depths of... Forever 21.
Forever 21 is scary to me on a good day. Hordes of teenage girls, no rhyme or reason to the organization and the dressing rooms that have messes that make the pile of laundry in my basement look small.
One of my brothers dared to go to Forever 21 to pick something out for me. He texted my mom from the store (names have been blurred to protect the siblings. My mom's responses are in blue.)
I think he did well. :)