As I walked home last night I passed two men on the street...and heard the words, "yeah, she's cute, but she's pregnant". Of course, I wanted to know who the comment was directed at and glanced around me...only to find that I was the only woman in the vicinity. Due to a process of elimination (damn you Sherlock Holmes!) I reasoned that I was the obvious candidate.
I walked home...seething with a mixture of wounded pride and righteous indignation...looked in my mirror...and realized that my boiled wool scarf, tucked down the front of my peacoat, was indeed creating a "Mary looking for a place to stay" effect. Oh, bugger!
Thursday, January 10, 2008
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Hebden
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P.S. I still wear the top. I like it, and that's enough for me.
i won't dress to avoid someone else's misinterpretation.
oh, and i LOVE that mj top you posted above this one - sort of wish it weren't mj though, because that means it will be everywhere. unless... unless silly ppl fear looking pregnant and i alone can wear and enjoy it. ;)