Saturday Showcase

This photo was taken at one of my nephew's birthday parties several years back.  It was Showcase-selected because my mom looks particularly happy to be there, Steve is wearing something other than a Dolphins tshirt (though does it really count when he wears an FSU shirt instead?), but most importantly, my step-dad (God love him) is wearing what is the main point of this post.

I have what I call "Outfit OCD".  I've been that way for most of my life, and after thinking long and hard about why this is I remember back to elementary school and a friend of mine named Chris.

Our class was doing a Disco Dance performance for some event at school, we had practices, and what I "understood" versus what was true was that each practice was a dress rehearsal.  Naturally, I could never remember which days were practice days, so as we were nearing the performance date, I suppose I figured it was a swell idea to wear my Disco Dress to school every single day till showtime.  Assuming an intervention was necessary, Chris, my dance partner, pulled me aside and said, "Sheri, you don't need to wear that dress every.single.day."

That was all it took.  To this day, my dear friend Chris, I have issues with wearing the same outfit twice, and it's all your fault.

Certainly it's just not practical to wear clothing once, then toss it in the recycle bin.  So I actually *do* wear things more than once.  With that said, I can't attend any kind of event without first considering what I wore the last time.  Sick, isn't it? I'm totally with you.  Ironically enough, no matter how hard I try, the only photos ever taken of me would lead the viewer to conclude that I own a mere 3 shirts, 1 pair of capris, and the same black flip-flops.  Nothing else.  It catapults my Outfit OCD to a whole new level. 

So why this photo?  My step-dad, as well as my husband, but especially my step-dad, needs a new shirt.  I've seen this floral number so many times that every last detail has a permanent imprint on my brain. I've given him so many gift shirts over the years.  Surely there's another option.  Mom, if you're reading this, please please please sneak into his closet tonight and steal this shirt away.  Go ahead and burn it, no one at Goodwill is gonna want to wear it.  And while you're at it, remember when you asked for Steve's birthday gift ideas?  A new shirt, but please mother please, skip the Dolphins and Seminoles this time.