A dress of warm, light comfort: pale grey knit, a fine silken wool that invites appreciative fingers. An attractive gathering at the bust (that is to say, gathering attraction). Little puffed sleeves that insist on slipping off the shoulders. Textured banding along a deep neckline in the front, and a long V down the back -- like chevrons pointing to summery delights. (For if I do say so myself, it is a rather fine back.)
Upon the sight of me, the first thing a co-worker inquires is, "Did you gain weight?"
I give the fuck up.
posted at 7:06:34 pm
2. As "Americana" defines itself as artefacts of American culture, "Gloriana" consists of the artefacts of my culture.
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