christopher went to the art party last night carrying a gift from a friend. it came with a picture postcard of a herd walking (against traffic) along a graveled alpine road. "darling christopher...i yearn for you like these goats yearn for freedom, i lust for you like these goats lust for blood. i need your help buying pants." after a sentiment like that one, i had to take the gift out to be seen, even if that would be mean making a bolder gesture for this summer's signature fashion statement than i'd foreseen.
"christopher! a purse." duchess' exclamation was surprised but not disapproving. "a clutch even." it was too cool yesterday evening for shorts, even with the leggings underneath, but those wouldn't have worked with my accessory anyway. it fit everything i needed for my night out without being cumbersome, and what a prop for idling on the sidewalk waiting for public transportation! before i left the house, i was reassured by a friend that yes, it was too gay, but a clutch is really just a big wallet. i'd suggest that the rest of you gentlemen take his advice, too. i only got more compliments on my hair.
but carry your wits with you as well, big wallets aren't big enough to sneak a bottle of wine.
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Also, not big enough to steal glass wear but don't you worry I managed.
ReplyDeleteWhat I meant was glassware.
ReplyDeletetoo bad...i thought maybe you got some cinderella slippers!
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