It's a little poem. Or maybe it's a prayer.
In a fit of optimism, I ordered this dress from Boden today. It's just what I've been hoping to find for a few years. I couldn't let it get away, so I ordered two while they were still in stock, with 20% off and free shipping. I hope, I hope, I hope they fit me:
They also have a lively vintage print, but I prefer to dress a bit more quietly at my advanced age.
If this dress works out, it may be a partial alternative to shorts, which I may never be sufficiently advanced in years to give up in stinking-hot weather. I know they aren't Proper in the city, so I pretend I'm on Mt. Desert Island, where everyone wears shorts — a Mainer shipwrecked in Boston. Besides, a Proper Bostonian needs to cultivate eccentricities; it's part of the job description. Summer shorts and too many cats are among mine.
Shorts: now there's a thought. Maine: there's another thought. And then there's flip flops, farmer's markets, and the beach....