A synthetic cherry dress pulled off the goodwill rack in a desperate search for clothes for an uncharacteristic tropical vacation last January. It made Margot pause from her persistent pleads for raisins and gasp, "wooow" in the oddly lit dressing room so I decided that unknown fibers be damned, I want my daughter to think my clothes are cool. When the fire escape gets too hot during naptimes I retreat to just inside the window and it is my room of my own. Was reading: The Color Purple by Alice Walker. I wished it was longer.
note: synthetic cherry dress leads to near nooners as alternate naptime activities when Jesse doesn't have to get to the edit studio till 11.30
