Ok, my slumber party look a bit different that this one. (Provided by http://www.ehow.com)
I awoke each morning the same: staring at the seven and beyond colors of the rainbow, in a collection—too big to count unless I picked each one up—of scarves draped over hooks, an at least four-shelf-high display of heels, wedges, and flats, and two racks of dresses, skirts, and blouses. Was I in Target? Was I dreaming?
Nope and nope. I was staying over in Jon’s sister’s and her fiancé’s spare bedroom. Like myself, Danielle is a collector of cute clothing; so needless to say, I didn’t get much sleep that weekend. As soon as the morning light invaded the room through the blinds and exposed her mini-store, I was entranced—caught in a very real dream. I started putting outfits together in my mind: that white pencil skirt with the black belt, with that purple blouse, and conservative black pumps. (I was going to work.)
Just like a little girl, I played make-believe dress up at 6 a.m. while everyone else slept. Weird, yes! Good weird? I’m not so sure. . . . All I have to say is Danielle is lucky she wears a size seven and not nine and a half.
Note: No articles of clothing where confiscated during the plotting, creation, and publication of this blog.
the Clothing Fast Project 