I put on a new pair of jeans last night. They were comfortable. They looked good (as good as anything can look on me, I guess). And I probably would never have bought them myself.
Often, I complain about not having certain kinds of clothes or that what I have is getting ragged, but seldom do I do anything about it. If it weren't for J-Mom, it would be ages until I got any new clothing.
Now, I need to get better about her.