My to-do list includes the item "acquire business casual clothing." I have in my head a picture of a few collared shirts, a couple pairs of slacks, and a better looking pair of shoes than what I have now. This isn't rocket science, after all, and I ought to be able to put together a few outfits fairly easily.
My subconscious thinks otherwise.
I'm dreaming along last night and suddenly I'm in a fashion discussion with the Princess. She's waving around a black cashmere suit with a Louis Vuitton label and saying, "Oh no! This is business casual! I love this suit! These trousers are the greatest."
I'm thinking Does Louis Vuitton even make clothes? (Yes, they do.) and protesting, "No. I was thinking more like what I have on now. Only with better shoes!"
Also, the suit was lined with black leather.
How does my brain come up with this stuff?
152 words | July 24, 2007 10:04 PM | Real true story