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
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