Hand-me-ups.

Shirt: Ben Sherman; Pants: Esprit; Shoes: Penguin

I wore this outfit to a crazy house party with Tramanh of phi-style and Erica of clouds of tulle and their respective significant others. The shirt is actually a hand-me-up I received from the LilBro when I visited him in Austin recently. Folks, this shows you how lacking my wardrobe is.

Up through high school, my significantly trendier BigBro would give me his hand-me-downs- all fancy name-brand clothing at the time, but what I didn't realize is that they were usually a size too large since I was/am a scrawny nerd. Plus, by the time I got them, they were probably 3 years removed from trendiness. But I was oblivious to fashion and since they came from the BigBro, they were automatically cool in my eyes.

The LilBro has become the fashion maven in the family these days, ironic in that he used to protest against the excess of brand name clothing of any sort through his high school years. So when I recently visited him in Austin a few weeks back, he was all, "Here, I don't really wear these" and gave me a handful of nice shirts- this being one of them. So I've turned into the compost heap of fashion in my family- getting clothes handed down from the BigBro and handed up from the LilBro.

I wore it to the party and guys complimented my shirt and facial hair. I don't think I've ever heard a girl compliment any guy on his outfit at any party- or do girls even care what guys wear? Not to say that this particular outfit was outstanding, the thought just popped into my head as I wrote this. Maybe it's like food spoiling- you only make a comment when it's bad?