Many moons ago, my darling son negotiated me a most awesome deal at a
garage sale. He bartered down the price of a Christmas tree dress from $10 to
$5. You have to understand that this was a one off, a tinsel and present
festooned piece of costuming that had to be seen to be believed. It comes out
every Christmas and is now near dead but I can not possibly throw it out until
I am sure I have had my $5 worth. I never wear it before December. That would be
cheating or so I thought until I arrived at South Bank this evening. Clearly I
didn’t get the memo that said the
wildest piece of costuming wither Christmas or super hero encouraged. That
dress would have been embraced and here I was wearing shorts and a T Shirt.
Shame. It really is beginning to feel a lot like Christmas.
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