Hi Bossy’s black and white skirt she almost didn’t pack and then proceeded to wear every minute she was camping in Vermont this past week. Glad you held up to the splintery picnic bench with limited pulls in the dizzying fabric which, as a bonus, makes every body appear pear-shaped.
And to you, grey tank top that rarely left Bossy’s back except when she was sporting her black tank top, a special shout-out to your ribbing for masking general wear and tear after ten days of relentless use. Except for that unfortunate yellowing around your neckline.
Oh old man pants, how Bossy has adored you through the decade of your mutual acquaintance. Although you were often too warm to wear while hanging around the late July campsite, you were perfect for the treacherous hike to the arctic summit of Mount Mansfield, absorbing Bossy’s curses if not the outline of her maxipad.
What can Bossy say about you, black shirt, who effortlessly hedged against sudden chills, except that Bossy wants to marry you and have lots of black shirt babies.
Which brings Bossy to her lightweight cargo pants:
If you really want to know why you spent the majority of the camping vacation in the suitcase, lightweight cargo pants, it’s because you proved yourself very confining during Bossy’s eight-hour drive to Vermont that first day. And no, the two packages of road trip beef jerky had nothing to do
Also, lightweight cargo pants, while remaining tight in certain unfortunate areas, you have the habit of falling down at the waist if not secured with a belt, in this case an Ed Hardy belt from T.J. Maxx which Bossy purchased in spite of her daughter’s protests and only later realized the implications of wearing an Ed Hardy anything when Bossy’s friend her one time announced to a table of bloggers in a Mexican restaurant, “Oh my gah Bossy is wearing a Jon Gosselin belt!”
Next we have you:
Yes, you, red wrap dress from Shabby Apple Hold The Shabby. Bossy knows it’s not always custom to wear a flamboyant dress when sleeping outside and crapping in a communal toilet for ten days in a row, but Bossy finds your cut and fabric very sympathetic to the experience, most especially when called upon to stop traffic in the middle of a rainy Burlington Vermont intersection while Bossy photographed the “weird lighting.”
And finally to you, stack of cute camping shorts and t-shirts and brown minidress and denim skirt:
There was apparently nothing you could do to make Bossy wear you, sitting there all folded and clean and cute, so quit asking.