... she never begs, she knows how to choose them.
In the inimitable words of ZZ Top, naturally. Today I think I have managed quite successfully to prove their point. I have come over to your side for the day and I am wearing a very short dress. Although, when we see each other for lunch you will undoubtedly laugh at how generous the skirt length is in comparison with yours. You are, after all, a girl for whom the question is it a top or is it a dress? is rarely a conundrum. Of course it's a dress!!
And while I think I might quite quickly get into the swing of things I was cursing its brevity this morning. It didn't mix well with Oxford Circus at rush hour, a howling gale and an excessive amount of luggage, but I'm sure I will get over it. As I keep being reminded I am wearing a pretty dress, everything's ok, pretty dress, pretty dress...!
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