One, you'll be shocked as you remember a certain post that recently told of my
Or two, you could care less as that bit of info might have exited the back door of your mind five seconds after you clicked off and went your merry way. I hold neither reaction against you.
Anyway, our tale begins with Erin's loving grandmother finding her a beautiful spring dress.
It was a happy dress.
It was a sunshine-y dress.
It was a yellow dress.
"Ahhh! It's perfect!"
For the record, I am not bald in real-life and neither was the dress that short. It is fairly difficult for an artistic person to draw hair and objects in proportion. For an un-artistic person, it is virtually impossible.
Just thought you would like to know.
To continue our story--Erin was in a state of bliss. Her yellow dress had been found. Since a shopping trip had already been planned with her grandmother and sisters, however, she did go along, on the off chance she would spot another yellow dress whose style she possibly liked better.
At the mall, her squealing sisters made a run on the beautiful dresses, while our torn heroine looked on.
Ahem. Yes, she merely looked on. And waited on her exuberant sisters to find the springtime dresses of their dreams.
Note: Said sisters are neither bald or losing their hair either. Please see previous statement above.
Erin was scuffing her feet when-- A glimmer of something--something pretty--caught her eye.
Our heroine was lost in a dreamy daze as she floated on air toward the rack where--
All thoughts of a yellow dress were forgotten in lieu of a pink and white dress that squealed her name.
Erin was in love.
The yellow dress was later exchanged and Erin hopes in her heart that it found a good home.
And Erin's twin did happen to find a yellow dress just as she set out to do, so we may all rejoice in her lack of fickleness.
Goodness, that was some fine artwork, wasn't it? I think I'll give up my role as blogger and become a professional stick-figure illustrator.