Fanciful Ebay Posting Text: Collection of Hippie/1980s Floral Embroidered and Applique Belts 1980-1989
My mum. I don't know when I started calling her "mum". Much longer than after I moved out of the state and relied on PBS releases of BBC comedy for my lessons in culture, style and, occasionally, diction. This is not exactly make me the hot and witty chick the men I wanted WANTED. I was a bit strange. To this day the word banana is pronounced "BAH-nah-nah". Anything too nasal just does not belong to fruit. No. And as I write this: the sports bra I was wearing exploded. Danskins/Freestyle, front zip just separated company and popped apart under my 2000 french blue man's shirt with the name 'Atticus" over the heart, on the pocket. My name is not Atticus but the character of Mister Finch lingers, close enough to remind me how people are, how mobs behave, where fear belongs. Maybe I am still a bit strange. I threw away the sports bra; it was the not the first instance of zipper divorce. I gave it another shot at my chest and BOOM mid-post. Like ...