The other day my mom and I were talking about her pregnancy wardrobe. She said that thirty-one years ago there were almost no attractive maternity wear options, so most of the time, she lived in my dad’s clothes. Since I had to swear off button-downs a while back and I refuse to buy one for my current state, I decided to steal her idea and borrow a shirt of G’s. Needless to say, he won’t be getting it back for a few months since it’s turned out to be quite the versatile staple.
