Sometimes, even though it’s not good for me, I think about the clothes I would buy if I had so much money that I didn’t even notice that I had money.
I think, were it at all feasible, I would want almost everything I own to be from the late ’50s and early ’60s. It’s just all so perfect and, in the case of women’s clothing, hinges on the presence of a chest, smallish waist and boxy hips. Done, done, done.
One of my favorite places to go and remind myself of the things I will never have is Xtabay, an insanely expensive store in Portland. You know how, when you’re watching Mad Men or something and you wonder if those dresses ever existed? Well, they did, and they do, and they’re at Xtabay, and you can’t afford them.
For awhile now, I’ve been looking for a wiggle dress that fits well. The secret, of course, is to find one that exactly fits both hips and waist, which in my case is hard.
Anyway. Is there a point to this entry, you might be asking? Nope. Negative. None. The takeaway here:
- I wish I had money.
- I wish I could smoke inside all the time.
- I wish I typed things on a typewriter.
- I wish I was a little bit taller, I wish I was a baller, I wish I had a girl who looked good — I would call her.
That last wish is actually from Skee-Lo, not me, but I think you get the idea. Anyway. As long as I am wishing, here are some other things I would like.
Finally, and, if it’s not too much trouble, this. I will find an occasion.
I know exactly how you feel, Skee-Lo.
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