I hate shopping. But when my sisters took me with them to find performance outfits for our singing group "My Sisters and Me," I was swept away on the shopping tide and brought home some clothes to try on. (Maybe that's why I hate shopping!) When I asked my youngest his opinion on a certain dress, he frowned and said, "I don't really like it, but it's better for going to grocery store than your paint shirt."
I took the dress back.
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I had to laugh when I read this! My husband attempted painting our house last year and wore all his good shirts while doing so. Now he goes ev-er-y-where in his paint-splotched shirts. He's inherently a fashion criminal so when he wears something that's less than stylish, but has no paint splotches, I always tell myself, "At least it's better than his paint shirts." I'm sure the dress looked lovely on you, Shirley. With your long legs you could wear just about anything and look stunning.
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