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I have the most fantastic black shirt.
It is woolly. And a turtle neck. It has two discreet zippers that sometimes become noticeable. They are placed along the bottom of the shirt, facing upwards against my hips. This shirt is so from the early 1990's. I am un-hip.
It's sleeves are long enough, I can bunch my fists up in them. I feel wonderful in this shirt. It's my "maybe we can be friends" shirt. I meet the most interesting people on a day to day basis wearing it. I found it at Value Village.
It is almost summer. I miss my wool shirt. I was thrilled yeserday was cool enough to wear it.
I have another shirt. It is pink. I hate pink. But pink looks nice on me. Pink and I have made a compromise. As long as I do not have to look at it in my house, I can wear it.
This shirt was not my style. I almost did not want to put it on. Such disappointment. But I had to know.
The shirt was my style. I was immediately comfortable in it. But I felt a little sexy, too. I loved the fact the little cuffs at the end turned up. And it looked good with jeans!
This is my "maybe you think we could be more than friends, but I doubt it" shirt.
Today I created a new outfit based on a shirt.
I sent my daughter across the road on the weekend with a $1.85 in change squeezed in her hands, to a yard sale. She is 9 and a yard sale junkie. She spends fast though. I have tried to teach her patience. She is picking up slowly.
I guess the yard sale must have been closing up. She came home with a purse and new sweater for herself. A robot for her brother. A stand-up metal ashtray. And two shirts for me. I got to admit, the one was pretty cool. The other was brown and a turtleneck. And polyester. Great. Thanks, kid.
But today I pulled on my striped socks and my favorite jeans that I recently discovered looked nice with my brown shoes. I did not know what shirt I was going to wear when I pulled that brown dustrag out of the dryer.
Today I created the "What a balding man in his 40's would have worn in the 80's" outfit.
It looks fabulous.
How is it, three months a go I found a little black shirt and it turned my whole world for a loop?
Who knew I liked clothes?

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Queenie said…
To Whom This Does Concern,

You come here often to read
What I write everyday
Does it make you feel
Good to read it?
What if you had chose to come here?

Imagine...

Take Care,
B.
Monday, 7 June 2004 at 11:37:00 GMT-4
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