It’s only thanks to Nora Needles that I even saw this dress, and now I’m wondering how I could possibly justify purchasing this. It’s slightly too big for me — that’s the only thing that’s holding me back. Well, that, and the fact that wearing orange polka dots all day might make me so gleeful that I wouldn’t be able to get any work done. You know, with all the giggling and the skipping. and the fact that I’d spend the next thirty-five years of my life trying to find orange ankle-strap shoes to match. (Oh, it’s a sad, sad life I lead …)
This morning when I woke up and ran out for the paper (the copy I grabbed didn’t have the magazine, boo, hiss — good thing there’s another copy waiting for me at home) there was that smell in the air that says summer is ending. just a hint of amazing crispness — nothing obvious, no sere leaf floating to the ground in front of me, no bus rumbling by showing an ad for cable-knit tights — just that scent in the air. So how could I bid on such a squeezed-orange hot-July-nights dress like this when (if previous Augusts are anything to go by) I’ll be thinking about getting wool jersey in deep colors in roughly seventeen days?
If you are in some place where autumn won’t arrive until the Halloween candy is on clearance sale, or some place where you’re just starting to think about the arrival of spring, go click on the link to see the auction. and if you find the shoes to match, let me know. I might want to get a pair just in case …
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