I wasn’t quite that bad, growing up with three older sisters and a somewhat supportive mother. Mom would say things like, “Oh, don’t wear that. Wear something…. like this”. “That’s not right, do it like this!” She was born in rural NC, in 1924, but she had, obviously, watched me all my life, and knew that there was just no way around it.

She just couldn’t help herself. She had to offer advice!

My sisters resented her suggestions. I loved her for it!

The hammering heart? You nailed it!

I still, despite her help, I looked like a man in women’s clothes. A well put together man in women’s clothes, but still…🤣🤣🤣

I feel you, honey…😍😘😇