HCB and I met CC for dinner last night. I built another ensemble around that booby GFFerre blouse, hoping for a better reception. Turns out CC disagrees with your Ren Faire likening; instead, he invoked the Lilith Fair, and suggested that with the franchise now defunct, perhaps I could wear it to a Tori Amos concert.
This morning I read the blouse a quiet eulogy and placed it in a bag for transit to SFGreenClean, where it will be sustainably de-cootied and then inequitably traded at our neighborhood Crossroads Trading Company.
On a separate note, do you remember that beguiling little Free People rain coat I tried to peer pressure you into buying on Friday? It visits my dreams at night. I did an internet search and found it 20 bucks cheaper, in a variety of charming colors.
(I myself still prefer black.)
I just thought you should know.
Love,
Natalie
1 comment:
I like(d) the shirt, and the boobs it so winsomely presented. It was probably just small-breasted sour grapes that made me pull out that Ren Faire comment.
Re: the jacket. It is lovely, but shite, even $148 is a lot to ker-spend on a glorified windbreaker. Plus, I think one of my workmates got an H&M knockoff of this selfsame jacket. She wears it like a dress, but she's 24 and adorable and can get away with such whimsy.
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