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.”