Soo wrong, so sad.... I am so misunderstood!

                                                                 I AM NO MARY ANN!

 

Momma, you hurt me so. Jailbird line of clothes?  UGH!  And what is this schmatta from PM! [PM is Silvie's version of HELL... it is the abbreviation for PUPPY MILL] What I am wearing?  Some picnic napkin leftover?

The humiliation!  It has machined hems!  No lining, no hard rolled edges, not cut on a bias!  I might as well be wearing a ziplock. What next, you are going to braid my ears?    Better not say that, you will pounce on that stupid idea like a cat on a sardine.

I am a couture kind of girl. More Ginger than Mary Ann! You should know that momma!

I give up.

“Through tattered clothes great vices do appear; Robes and furred gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold and the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks. Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw does pierce it.”

― William Shakespeare, King Lear