Closet of Sisterly Love
July 14th, 2006
So in six weeks, my sister is moving in with us. That’s right: driving her Honda from Austin to San Diego and setting up camp in the guest bedroom. I know, you’re
wondering how The Betrothed got tricked into this, right? No trickery involved, I promise. Or pleading, even. He claims to fine with it all, and I’m inclined to believe him.
Anyway, Tay (as she’s known within the family, long story), is Quite Something. A tall, blonde, gorgeous, glamourous, funky, cool rock star type. You know, exactly the kind of person you want for a sister. And even though she wears things like fingerless gloves, which I would not be caught dead in, she does have some items of clothing that I like to play dress-up in. I mean, who doesn’t wannabe a glamourous, cool rock star type once in awhile?
We talk about 12 times a day, and conversation number seven just went like this:
“I have a new vintage dress. Thirty dollars, it’s totally hot.”
“Oh my god, I can’t wait until you move in and I have full access to your wardrobe.”
“I’m not going to lie to you - it will enhance your life.”
“I know! Of course, I realize my wardrobe won’t exactly do the same for you.”
“Well, you know, your clothes might be good on those days when I just want to…”
“DON’T even say it!”
I think there is a sitcom in here somewhere…..!
I would like to just point out - the thoughtful gentleman I am - that I too have a guest bedroom and would happily share the burden if The Betrothed gets cranky. Inshallah.
[…] In other news, my sister has moved in! On Day One she wore a huge studded belt with a skull and crossbones buckle. Although, she did give the nod of approval to a few things in my closet, and I found many items in hers that can make the crossover. […]