Long-time readers may recall the post in which I declared my
passion for paisleys. Imagine then how delighted I was to come across the paisley ladies carefully sketched on the show windows at the Lavender's Blue boutique on Gurley Street. Much more interesting than the merchandise on display.
But I am reminded 1) that I have not found a paisley trifle to purchase since I wrote that post and 2) the featured pink paisley shirt has disappeared. Either the laundry has eaten it or, with luck, my dotter borrowed it one time and hasn't returned it. In the meantime, I had totally lost sight of the shirt. A reflection either of our world of plenty -- or my declining memory cell count. More likely, both.
Long-time readers may recall the post in which I declared my passion for paisleys. Imagine then how delighted I was to come across the paisley ladies carefully sketched on the show windows at the Lavender's Blue boutique on Gurley Street. Much more interesting than the merchandise on display.
But I am reminded 1) that I have not found a paisley trifle to purchase since I wrote that post and 2) the featured pink paisley shirt has disappeared. Either the laundry has eaten it or, with luck, my dotter borrowed it one time and hasn't returned it. In the meantime, I had totally lost sight of the shirt. A reflection either of our world of plenty -- or my declining memory cell count. More likely, both.
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I don't think I have the pink paisley shirt/blouse/sweat/whathaveyou. Sorry!
Paisleys remind me of the 60s. I'm sure they have come and gone many times since then, but being a guy, I don't keep up with fashion.
dotter -- thanks for the info. Now I have a mystery on my hands!
steve -- the 60s? Like the 1860s, when the real thing was popular?
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