I feel a strong ‘making an entrance’ vibe here. But not in a necessarily good way.
‘Look- I know I’m early, but could you just check to see if my dry cleaning is ready?’
‘I have NEVER had to come in and sign Trevor out- what is the deal, Miss Owens?’
‘I received a call about my husband- I believe there were shenanigans-‘
‘Don’t touch anything until forensics signs off on it- the corpse is in the loo’
‘Welcome to David Byrnes All-Star Salute to David Bowie!’
‘Oh Edna- I didn’t hear you coming-‘
‘is anyone missing a tire retread? It was under my volvo’
‘yeah, me too’ Oh dear- I think this is a jumpsuit I actually like!
Dedication to pleating:Level 7
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My mom had a spider plant hanging in one of these. 
in an amusing incident, Erin’s favorite blouse was sucked into the escalator when she bent to retrieve her tic-tacs.
This is every inside out placket I’ve ever tried. 
You can pleat to excess. 
I see your butterfly collar and raise you my Snail Collar!
Fine Mom. I’ll wear a bra. Happy?
This is usually how I find out a bra hook is dead- I get a never ending fabric chain like this coming out of the washer-Don’t judge me!
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My aesthetic is Vague Visual Interest in muted tones. 
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this is like a John Waters bus stop walk.
this is inside out, right? 
oh see- the Lindbergh Baby flipped hers. 
is have used that fringe to camouflage my roots….
when you’re dressed to seduce and Granny makes you bring a sweater…..
when Granny gives you her whole dress….
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