Possibly one of my favorite quotes from the last couple of weeks is from dear Bethany, Bethuselah, Elizabeth or simply, Bethy. We were in her bedroom talking about clothes, when I asked her what she'd paired with the skirt she had worn the previous day. She told me, and then didn't hesitate to say in a slightly disappointed way, "It was retarded."
Love. Love. Love. If you're someone who loves clothes, I mean loves clothes, you understand the mild disappointment you feel when you desparately put something together in the morning, only to later realize that it was ridiculous. But you also know the relief you feel when you admit it to someone else, or hear it from another person about their choice(s).
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