skirting all the really big issues
1970s chicken print skirt:
You’re all mine.
I obviously like your white-haired red hens the best.
1950s limey-lavender veggie garden skirt:
You’ll be mine the SECOND you’re re-listed this evening on eBay. Nobody else wanted you the first time (possibly because your corn looks like fish?), and I forgot about you last night when we learned the dog howls along a bit when I sing anything by Aerosmith and make the dinner. But I’ve made an inquiry towards your commercial redeployment and intend to acquire you ANY moment.
All my consumerism has been wedding-related for ages and ages, and yes, it’s really nice to be able to indulge in a little thematic frippery. All I want to do these mornings is go out and flatter my tomatoes and squashes that are starting to color up for the summer. Last year, when I had more of those gorgeous, August, rainbow-colored whole pound tomatoes than I knew what to do with, I’d bring one into my cubicle just to look at during the day.
That’s super batty, and needs keeping to an absolute minimum this year. If not more sensible, we should at least be on the lookout for non-perishable alternatives for the workplace.