Yesterday I must have flashed 4 people, all because my brazen fabric covered buttons--there for my protection--apparently went on strike.
Exposing yourself isn't part of the culture in my office. But I commend those who gently pointed out that I should postpone the show.
After hours, stepping into a street in the Village of the Arts bustling with men eager for their wifes to emerge from the stores, it took one look to know that um, I had been betrayed once more by my own favorite blouse, now blacklisted forever and destined to be sorted and redistributed by Goodwill Industries. I must say, Ann Taylor, I never took you for this kind of girl.
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Damn those slippery litle butons.
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