A red tank for sunning one's shoulders. I prefer my shoulders as is--pale and grayish.
A cute plum romper for springtime sleeping... Blech.
Matching bralette and tap shorts? Who wants those?
This? This inky and embellished blouse?
Sharp dresses for al fresco evenings,
or elegant events--not for me.
No one wants dove gray and ballet pink cardigans this time of year.
Certainly nothing with fresh green pleats!
Mixed-print bohemian strapless-ness is gross.
Not another tank with roses and flattering ruching--I'm so over that.
A casual and funky shift dress for warm Saturdays... I prefer sweat pants and the couch.
A detailed tee for layering. This wouldn't match anything I own.
Anthropologie, you fools... No one wants this stuff. Prepare for bankruptcy.
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Oh, Beth, why do I live on a horse farm where these clothes would be destroyed? And how do the Anthro models frolic through horse farm fields without soiling their garments' hems? I need a dress like Lu needs a tummy rub. And pearls. And a pink boa.
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