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.