It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. Evening came on, the last evening of the year. In the cold and gloom a poor little girl, bareheaded and barefoot, was walking through the streets. Of course, when she had left her house she’d had slippers on, but what good had they been?
The daily prompt asked me today how important clothes are for me. Well, let me think. I am over 50, so they have to fit, have to be comfortable, have to make me look sexy, have to be made out of a cooling, menopausal friendly material that would please a Goddess and they should be dirt cheap. Yep, that pretty much sums it up.