Last week I talked to Izzy on the phone, she was crying out for new clothes. She lives in Austin where the fall doesn’t hit until late October or early November so she’s still wearing shorts and t-shirts like it’s July. She’s anticipating a tough transition into fall without anything new to wear (I assured her she probably had enough in her closet to get her thorough). But being the kind hearted soul that I am I felt for her. When we hung up I scoured my closet looking for Izzy items I’d probably never wear again.
Today I am sending Izzy a package. It contains one Anthropologie ruffly sweater I bought three years ago (baby blanket blue lightly worn with some pilling), one black wrap sweater vest thing, I should never have purchased because I don’t have big boobs and those wrappy things require some ta tas that I just don’t have (god mistakenly put what was supposed to be ample breasts on my backside instead of on my chest). A purple lulu lemon jacket and a never worn gray fancy tank thing (again better for someone with bigger boobs). Keep in mind I have only met Izzy once and I think she’s about a size medium-ish which is my size. I think, I may be wrong, she has a more volumtuous rack than I do.
But when I put this little packet together I had a little twinge of insecurity. Will Izzy like this stuff? If I’m not wearing it is it just crap? Should I send her something really good just in case she thinks I have no style? All the sudden I was struck by how intimidated I was to send my cast offs to a woman who I only really know via the phone and who I think has a great sense of style. But then I remembered…we are not our clothes. If she likes them she likes them. If she doesn’t? Well, girls get on the list and maybe you will find my castoffs in your mailbox.
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Sally,
No need to be insecure or shy about sending me your cast-offs. Everything sounds amazing! I just clapped in my chair like Santa Claus was coming to town. I feel a bit spoiled, actually and am happy to return the favor to any other whiney, clothes-deprived women in our group. In fact, I’ve been devising one such scheme that I refer to as The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants meets Cast Away. Details to come.
And finally, I met you in person only once and I impressed you with my Ta-Tas. How much better can this day get?
I will be eagerly anticipating the mail man.
IR
OOOOH. . if only we wore the same size, Sally! I’d be happy to receive your cast-offs anyday! You’re one of those people whose fashion sense I’ve envied and tried to emulate. Of course, living in San Diego again. . .days of wearing fabulous boots and scarves are few and far between!
Enjoy, Izzy!
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