It began innocently enough. Yesterday, I was vegetating in front of the television, trying my best to do as little as possible on the Sabbath. Suddenly, my phone dinged at me from across the room. The specially assigned ringtone told me, even before I looked at my phone, that it was a message from Collette, Gracie’s mom. I checked my phone and found Co had sent me a couple of pictures of Miss Grace being both busy and dandily outfitted. Sure enough, y’all can see that Gracie has tights with bow tie designs running down the sides. Not only are these leggings cool, but they are so cool that I must find some for my own white chicken legs. I haven’t been able to think of anything else since I saw them. I have spent hours yesterday and today rooting around on eBay and amazon to find a pair for me, but to no avail thus far. Still, I will not give up. I don’t have to own every last thing with a bow tie on it that I judge to be groovtastic, but I simply must find a pair of these tights in my size! These, I must have. These, I must wear.
You know, it occurs to me that even in the bow tie way of life which I preach daily, it’s true: a little child shall lead them. Thanks for the fashion guidance, wee Gracie.
The two of you need to be in a post together soon!
sooooooooo true!