So I’m in SF visiting my parents, and my daughter C is at home in New York on winter break. I got a panicked call tonight: “Mom, everyone else goes into their mother’s closet to find something to wear for their first job interview. But when I went into your closet, all I could find were a bunch of long velvet skirts. What am I going to do?” And I know exactly how she feels. I’ve looked in my closet too and wondered how on earth I was going to find something to actually wear in there. So I just give up and put on a T-shirt and a pair of jeans again. I don't know what I'd do in her shoes. Or in my shoes for that matter.
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