Family. Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em. But they come around.

My mother dropped by the office today on her way home from lunch to tell me that at the thrift shop (where she works) a black pleated skirt had come in, possibly my size. I’d left a note there a while back saying I was looking for one, but it wasn’t the normal shop manager who called me, but my mother. About a skirt.

It’s a big deal. It’s the first time she’s really acknowledged my preferences in clothing. I think she’s coming around.