Most upset about my new t-shirt. I mean, where can it have gone? One day, I left it folded on the chair in my bedroom - the next day, v-a-r-nished.
Tuesday, March 02, 2004
Everyone has a sock fairy, I'm guessing, but I seem to have a black-clothes-fairy. In recent months, these items have whisked themsleves away for better climes:
black camisole that matches a pair of knickers
a pair of black stretch wool trousers which were my comfy-yet-smart kegs of choice
a black t-shirt that matched a skirt. Serves me right for buying things that match
my new, black bubeleh t-shirt I bought in New York
Most upset about my new t-shirt. I mean, where can it have gone? One day, I left it folded on the chair in my bedroom - the next day, v-a-r-nished.
Most upset about my new t-shirt. I mean, where can it have gone? One day, I left it folded on the chair in my bedroom - the next day, v-a-r-nished.
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