I went shopping after my dentist appointment. Macy’s was across the street so I sauntered over to stay out of the heat. I rarely go downtown so since I was there I thought I should see if they had anything I needed on sale.
I get home from work kinda late, in clothes that I want to take off. I’m suddenly interested in loungewear I guess you call it. Stuff you don’t really sleep in but nothing you’d wear in public. But you could water, say, in what I got. They are drawstring pajama-style bottoms made out of nice material in a pattern you’d use to make a summer dress. And then I found a short-sleeved cotton shirt to match on the sale rack that said 75% off.
I was pawing through the next sale rack when something caught my eye. It was hanging up on the wall and it was black and shimmery. It wasn’t a slip and it wasn’t anything you’d sleep in. I would call it a negligee, though I could imagine wearing it outside the bedroom if my intention were to end up there. And that’s the point. I bought it to put the intention out there. Come and get it.
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