“That is so you.” The sweater – maybe it was a wrap, or a poncho – was on a hanger on a rack inside of one of white canvas walled booths at Field & Supply, a high-end crafts fair that looked like it was curated by Ralph Lauren. Ronnie was right. It was me. But you didn’t need to be one of my best and oldest friends to know that. Almost anyone who has seen me fully dressed would know that it was me. And I did love it. I had to. It wasn’t your typical sweater. It didn’t just slip over your head or button. Its sleeves were large, voluminous even, and were more like bat wings than actual sleeves. It didn’t button up all the way – they almost never did. Instead, you threw one side over the other and draped it dramatically in way that could be considered either fashionable or Dracula-like.
Love this! And can I have some of your wraps please? I have to admit, I have reached the time where I love soft, warm, comforting wraps and I don’t have enough of them. Can’t wait to keep reading your work!
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Love this! And can I have some of your wraps please? I have to admit, I have reached the time where I love soft, warm, comforting wraps and I don’t have enough of them. Can’t wait to keep reading your work!
This story is so you. It made me laugh out loud. And miss you and your wraps.