I have this favorite top and because I wear it so often, I call it my uniform. It is ideal because it has the feminine charm, is definitely cute and has the knack of hiding those dreaded bulges. It looks nice and while the family does probably like the top, I am pretty sure they are fed up of seeing me with the same attire. Since the eyes rolling were a constant, one fine day, I pushed it far away in the cupboard. It was time to take a break from each other and the top was slowly getting threadbare. I am not a tidy person by any means and eventually, the top got lost in the melee with the rest of the clothes, clothes and more clothes.
Everyone was happy to see me don different outfits for a couple of weeks. Until I decided it was time to bring out the cavalry (read blue top). To my dismay, I could not find it, which was strange because in my untidiness, I have the ability to be organized. Take my word for it. In frenzy, like I was searching for lost treasure, I continued the hunt. I removed practically all the clothes with piles falling down. If you think that I need to tidy up, you are not wrong there. I believe that I should get on with this form of neatness. But, that is another story. To get back to this one, I could not find my old favorite. I was disturbed, but did not give up, kept looking and looking, but no luck.
After hours of searching, I gave up and felt a wave of sadness take over. A sense of depression was setting in, since my old buddy was not around, I gave the rest of the wardrobe a chance. A feeling of annoyance and anger crept in eventually at my dismal attitude to keep things in order. I started talking to the cupboard and made a plan to tidy up. The plan was for the weekend or probably the next day – that was the plan. With a heavy heart, I opened the cupboard, the next day, and lo and behold, the cute top was sitting pretty, neatly folded. How was that possible I wondered, not because it was folded, but because … you know why! Suddenly, I heard a muffled giggle and saw that rogue stare at me.
“I hid the top, you know. But seeing how sad you were, decided to put it back’, said the chirpy voice.
I was angry, but ecstatic that I got back my cute blue shirt/top/friend/ally. I keep my cupboard locked now. The sad part is that I cannot find the key, sometimes! Well, well, well…
XO
Everyone was happy to see me don different outfits for a couple of weeks. Until I decided it was time to bring out the cavalry (read blue top). To my dismay, I could not find it, which was strange because in my untidiness, I have the ability to be organized. Take my word for it. In frenzy, like I was searching for lost treasure, I continued the hunt. I removed practically all the clothes with piles falling down. If you think that I need to tidy up, you are not wrong there. I believe that I should get on with this form of neatness. But, that is another story. To get back to this one, I could not find my old favorite. I was disturbed, but did not give up, kept looking and looking, but no luck.
After hours of searching, I gave up and felt a wave of sadness take over. A sense of depression was setting in, since my old buddy was not around, I gave the rest of the wardrobe a chance. A feeling of annoyance and anger crept in eventually at my dismal attitude to keep things in order. I started talking to the cupboard and made a plan to tidy up. The plan was for the weekend or probably the next day – that was the plan. With a heavy heart, I opened the cupboard, the next day, and lo and behold, the cute top was sitting pretty, neatly folded. How was that possible I wondered, not because it was folded, but because … you know why! Suddenly, I heard a muffled giggle and saw that rogue stare at me.
“I hid the top, you know. But seeing how sad you were, decided to put it back’, said the chirpy voice.
I was angry, but ecstatic that I got back my cute blue shirt/top/friend/ally. I keep my cupboard locked now. The sad part is that I cannot find the key, sometimes! Well, well, well…
XO
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