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It's all in the details...When my son started school and I had to cave in to dressing him in school uniform (fashion nightmare) I almost slipped into a deep depression. Ok, maybe I'm exaggerating a bit, but you get my drift. As the saying goes, when life hands you lemons, make lemon pie! The school gave us the colors, and I pushed it as far as I could. With skinny khakis, fitted button up shirts, ties/bow-ties and tailored blazers. One can say I went overboard, but I still have a hard time forgiving my mother for all those fashion faux pas.