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Green with dress envy

June 30, 2009

There was a certain froideur that had been unmistakable since she arrived at the party. She had the uneasy feeling she was being snubbed. To give herself something to do she took out a cigarette, and a lighter appeared from nowhere. A lighter which appeared to be attached to a tall Cary Grant lookalike. Things seemed to be looking up.
“Thank you. I was beginning to think I must have something disgusting on my face.”
He laughed. “It does seem a little Siberian over here.”
“Frosty. Cold. Shall I tell you what the problem is?”
“Oh, yes, please do enlighten me.”
“‘Don’t look too good, nor talk too wise.'”
“I beg your pardon?”
“That’s Kipling. Rudyard Kipling. A line from one of his poems. You really should know that, you know, being newly appointed Professor of Poetry and all. Yes, I know who you are- welcome to Harvard, by the way. And you don’t seem to have realised there’s a dress code.”
“A dress code? No one told me.”
“Yes, look around you at the wilting yards of chiffon everywhere. The ribbons, spangles. And all that jazz. It’s a classic case of dress envy. The women are all too green with it to even meet your eye. So you’re clearly too wise, and you look far, far too good. I’m telling you this completely impartially, of course, merely to provide information.”
“Oh! Oh.”
“But there’s a solution.”
“Oh yes? One that doesn’t involve a lobotomy or me changing into a sack?”
“Much less painful. In the unconventional poetry of T.S. Eliot: ‘Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go…'”

Yep, it’s that time of week again. More fanciful pattern back story writing, more patterns up in the Glass of Fashion Etsy store! :)

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