If she tells him the right words, in this top . . . oh, silly romantic. August 2, 2012 00:31 4 Comments
She's got it bad. And she knows it. She can tell by what she's listening to on her IPod. Baby, I Need Your Lovin', the Johnny Rivers version, Soul Deep, the Box Tops, Amado Mio by Pink Martini. Yeah, she's got it bad.
With every stitch she sews on Pictorial Review 8352, she thinks of how his skin will feel underneath her fingers. How his lips will feel against hers. How . . .
She can't wait to wear this. Version 2. In lilac silk faille. She will not look needy. She will not look as if she is trying. And yet, how can he help but notice her? How can he help but want to feel her breath on his neck, his wrist, his ankle . . .
She picks up another button she covered. She pricks the fabric with her needle. She sews it on. Tracy Chapman sings:
The things we won't do for love
I'd climb a mountain if I had to
And risk my life so I could have you.
You, you, you . . .
She's getting ahead of herself. Still . . .
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And did I mention we've added lots of 1930s patterns? I didn't? How remiss of me.