The LBD

The keeper gave a talk today downtown to a national group, and then decided to stay downtown until she found the right little black dress for the upcoming inauguration festivities in Worcester. She found it, and after consulting every salesperson on the floor at a well known retailer, decided that this dress would last her till death. And it looks better with silver than pearls. Sorry, Sylvia Plath. So, she brought it home on a hanger in a bag with some other things.  She really should have grown up to be a lady who lunched and shopped.  She was so well trained as a child and youth. But she still feels guilty every time she indulges.  We tell her to just let it go. But why would she listen to us?