From A Friend

"Summer's here, I'm for that. I've got my rubber sandals, got my straw hat. Got my cold beer, man, I'm glad that it's here," sang singer songwriter, James Taylor.

I haven't heard that song in 25 years, but I hear it in my head every summer. 

Summer used to mean time to lay by the pool and look at the clouds (and other lovely shapes that might stroll by).

It meant 8 to 10 weeks of baking in the sun on a ball field, washing the car in our bathing suit, mowing the lawn in flip flops, and doing some part time work at the mall by day.

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"Last year's pants," he humbly bragged while entering the shop.

This is a story about sustainability, but not.

"I still love 'em and want some new shirts to wear with 'em," he added.

We don't make shirts or pants, but we do help people find their favorite ones. We want that feeling to last and last.

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It's been three years of styling at Brother Friend and here's a thing I've learned:

Ain't nobody like you, ain't no body like yours.

During my time consulting Greek-life orgs, I learned that many frat houses are scattered with muscle and fitness magazines. Hey, women aren't alone in their body image discussions. Hello, empathy.

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In the moment, the wrong mark might have felt like a mistake to be removed. So I did. But it wasn’t a mistake. It was a mark waiting to be refined. 

So, now what? No more eraser, plenty more lead. Guess the mistakes will stay right there on the page.

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