You know how sometimes you wake up all bright and sparkly on a Sunday morning and you decide, “I’m going to make myself a Big Fancy Breakfast before I go to church, I wonder if this random person sleeping in my bathtub would like some?”
So you pull out pots and pans and a waffle iron in the shape of Texas you stole from that guy in a Tom Waits cover band who in turn stole it from a La Quinta and you whip up some cheese grits and some Texas-shaped waffles and as many different varieties of pig as you can muster and you have yourself a big ole time and even though it was a lot of work, you smile because you set pig upon the griddle and lo, it was good.
And then you know how sometimes you wake up on a different Sunday morning and discover you’re hungover and late for church and then you run around trying to find a pair of cute cotton gloves to cover up the club stamp that will not wash off your hand and some food other than the 4 miniature chocolate bottles with bourbon in them that have mysteriously found their way into the toe of your favorite Michael Kors python flat which is currently being held captive by that same guy from the Tom Waits cover band who is sleeping in your bathtub and blocking the toilet with his right foot?
On those days you fling open your closet –if this weren’t an entirely fictional situation that happened to someone else and absolutely positively not me I might say you would fling open your closet devoted to black dresses– and think
“Hmm, I need something that makes me look like I am not a depraved slattern with a penchant for shoe-cuddling bathtub sleepers. Something sweet, something whimsical.”
and you would pull out this charming little number from B&Lu
and all would be well.