B L O N D E B O Y

I have heard a couple of times from people who can't wear second hand. There was a woman at my store who told me about how she was happy everything was new since second-hand grossed her out.

I can't understand. To me, the most precious things have a past. I saw a bronze rosé silk night gown, and when I asked if I could see it, the owner told me it was not for sale for it was too old and the silk was coming off. I though it was kind of tragic. That piece looked like where Marylin Monroe's soul  had gone to.
I am reminded of this light blue Chiffon dress I broke in memorable conditions. This dress was not ever mine, and the ripped it has now and what she have been through I insist is mine forever. It must hold glamorous stories of the previous lady, who must be, such a lady.