girl, one 

girl, one

So, I thought to myself, "Why not stop by that Gypsy store and check out what they have this fall?" And then I thought, "Who would go with me and share in the joy?" I looked around the lunch table. Joe, to my right sat snarfing his pizza and lecturing the group about French History. "No." Judy sat across from him, absorbing his wisdom; her little red curls waved and her little freckles winked and her eyes, that frightening shade of blank, pooled at him. "No." Sepideh asked what color of green I thought our shirts were. "Froggy Green," I spelled. "Ew! Gross, Frogs." "No." My eyes meandered down the long table... Debbie?

And so I thought to myself, "Can I picture any one of those I work with suffering through me popping out of the dressing room in vintage underwear asking, "Can't I get away with these?" Any one of anyone giving me an honest, "NO"? Any of them trying on outrageous hats or picking through the sparkly treasures with me to see their stories? Appreciating their unNEWness and their imperfections? No. And no and no and no and no.

Sigh.

I miss you.