I think the OP was actually rather sweet. :) I know what you mean. My MIL knitted all the grandchildren hats that look like owls and I love them. DD's is bright pink and purple and looks so cute on her. I get a lot of comments on it. Likewise she crocheted all the children blankets before they were born and DD's is just gorgeous, white with pink roses and ribbons. These things are precious to me because MIL is a very reserved, dry sort...but she adores the GC and that is how she shows it.
As far as the whole "looking loved" thing, I have to say I take a lot of pains with my two. DD is a baby yet, but DS is in school (no uniform) and I always try to make sure he is absolutely tidy before he leaves the house...neat nails and clothes and hair. He gets terribly chapped hands and face in the winter so I try to deal with that, and order his winter gear for the next year every spring so it can be nice and new and matching. I like his tae kwon do uniform to be absolutely white, his basketball and soccer kits to be clean and neat and a good brand.
DD wears a lot of babygros, comfy sweatpants, etc, but if we are going anywhere or people are coming over I make sure to "get her dressed" in something nice.
I bathe them both every night and DH rolls his eyes at me because I like them to wear pajamas that match (as in coordinating top and bottom, not that DS and DD wear PJs that match each other, I'm not that far gone :D) whereas he doesn't care if DS wears orange plaid PJ bottoms with a red striped top.
I get them outfits for every holiday (for instance have a new red dress for DD for Valentine's day and this shirt for DS) to wear to deliver Valentine's cookies to the retirement community MIL works at.
As you may gave guessed from all this, my mother did none of those things. She (I realize now) was very depressed for much of my childhood. I never had nice clothes. I smelled. My hair was either dirty or washed but sticking up everywhere and I was teased. I wasn't terribly neglected like you hear about, and I was fairly happy, but it definitely left its mark.
I know on the grand scheme of things mismatched PJs are not the end of the world, but when my kids look untidy ( beyond normal "I've just been playing" dirt) it makes me feel like they're going to go through what I did, and be teased, and feel like no one cares.
I don't judge others by this standard though- O have a friend with 5 boys, all homeschooled, who live on a farm. They always look slightly bedraggled but no less loved.