A FASHIONISTA'S LAMENT ...
A FASHIONISTA'S LAMENT ...
For Sylvia
“Oh, what SHALL I wear?”
She sighed ...
Adopting a pondering
pose ...
“My wardrobe is
full
Of designer clothes ...
But I just don't
know
What one wears to ....
Waitrose ...”
“I've tulle and
organza ...
Satin and silk ...
Caches of cashmere ...
So divine ...
But what DOES one
wear
When looking for
milk???
Or trying to choose
A bottle of wine??”
“Oh, Valentino,
Versace”, she sighed.
“Fashion is naught
but a fiddle ...
I'll wear my
designer jeans,
And toddle off down to
Lidl ..."
Ffion