Sweater-talk
I escaped to my local Star$s today for a cup of tea and some time to write in a different location. I went up to the counter to place my order and the guy working there said, "Hey. Cool sweater."
"Thanks," I said.
The other guy looked at him and frowned. "Hey, I'm into sweaters," came my guy's response.
And even though I promised myself I wouldn't, I confessed to him, "Wanna know where I got it? Goodwill!"
He, being a fellow frugal fashion finder, said, "Guess where I got mine? Thrift World! It's my favorite sweater, too."
I nodded. I could appreciate a guy who believed that it's not where you shop, but how you wear it. And then I picked up my cup of tea (that cost nearly as much as my lovely new-to-me sweater), found a sunny spot and a comfortable chair, and spent the next two hours with some other colorful characters...those in my new story.
"Thanks," I said.
The other guy looked at him and frowned. "Hey, I'm into sweaters," came my guy's response.
And even though I promised myself I wouldn't, I confessed to him, "Wanna know where I got it? Goodwill!"
He, being a fellow frugal fashion finder, said, "Guess where I got mine? Thrift World! It's my favorite sweater, too."
I nodded. I could appreciate a guy who believed that it's not where you shop, but how you wear it. And then I picked up my cup of tea (that cost nearly as much as my lovely new-to-me sweater), found a sunny spot and a comfortable chair, and spent the next two hours with some other colorful characters...those in my new story.
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