My closet is filled to bursting with lovely things. Among them:
--A blue silky shift of robin's egg blue resplendent with little pink and yellow butterflies. Perfect for me! When I was 7.
--A pair of buttery-soft hunter green mid-calf lace up boots with a lovely stacked heel, Italian, with very pointy toes. Perfect for me! Before my feet grew toes.
--A Pucci-like wraparound dress in chocolate with a lovely cinched in waist. Perfect for me! When I had a waist.
--A deep v-neck sweater in the most gorgeous shade of coral. Perfect for me! Before I developed breasts.
--A chocolate brown suede piratey miniskirt with a great big wide brass-buckled belt. Perfect for me! Before I developed knee fat.
--Three pairs of French fishnet silk stockings. Perfect for me! Except that I'm not currently a middle-aged hooker.
I am now looking for a clincher that will somehow wrap this all up ina neat little package, but I think the gist of the thing is that my closet requires some kind of multiple-personality medication and a smart cocktail to wash it down with.
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