August 3, 2012
By late afternoon she was near tears. Clothes shopping had never been a favorite activity, but this was beginning to really wear her down. And there was no support, no one to talk to during these . . . adventures, which she tried hard not to think of as a sad state of affairs. She wanted a simple dress, not an evening gown. Natural fibers, no polyester. Some sleeve – short, elbow or long, no matter. Flattering. It could be any of a number of shades of pink, purple, teal, aqua, peacock, but not white, grey or black. An impossible quest.