So - which ass-kicking boots do I buy?

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Dear Dress

Dear Dress,

Let me start with an apology. I am so very sorry to have abandoned you in Target. I cannot possibly explain away that rash behavior. I saw you across the aisle from the Boots display (and the pushy Boots in-store rep) and I could feel the electricity in the air. And it wasn't the fluorescent lighting. Or not entirely.

You were such a warm shade of gray. And you nipped in at the waist so flatteringly - on your own, or possibly enhanced by a wide belt. You were even lined - so classy. I loved your vaguely puffed sleeves and your $16 price tag. But I turned away from you, thinking it could only be a summer fling, not realizing that, like when Sandy's family stayed in the US and she showed up at Rydell High, we could continue our romance through fall, in our case through layering over a thermal and jeans.

So, will you accept my sincerest apology and take me back? Or rather, let me take you home in a flimsy red and white plastic bag? Please say you will.

With buyer's remorse,

No comments: