don't think. just do.

I don't know who decides what's in and what's out. Trends. Fads. Fashion faux pas. Like how now it's acceptable for brown and black to be wardrobe buddies when before that was frowned upon. Or, for instance, what committee of people got together and decided that in 2009 everyone would take their engagement pictures with bunches of balloons? Or those mustache parties. Explain the evolution of those. A guest shows up at thanksgiving dinner with a really sweet little stache and some kid spends the night on his knee, bouncing up and down, and playing games. He thinks, "This stache guy is A-OK." The next day he wakes up and tells his mom he wants to look A-OK, too. She cuts a mustache out of construction paper and fastens it with Scotch tape, but that falls off fast. So she puts it on a popsicle stick. All the boy's friends thinks the look is pretty manly and they want one, too. So the mom starts making mass-production prop popsicle stick mustaches. After a late night crafting at the kitchen table, the mom passes the mirror in the hall. Smile absent, and eyelids droopy, she holds a mustache up to her face until the corners of her mouth turn up to meet the curves of the paper mustache. Then and there she decides the kids shouldn't have all the fun. And...voila, a mustache party? Really. I'm asking. Occasionally these things keep me up at night.

However, fad or no fad, in or out, I would like to publicly declare my deep and abiding love/appreciation for the person who decided that ruffles are a fashion "do." This person I love to the moon and back.