Tonight I turn into a butterfly. With three dresses to choose from–a filmy creamy cloud, a floral fantasy, or a demure and devilish (copyright, Michael Jackson) black–I get to transform myself into a goddamned girl! Rather a woman, I guess, since I’m way beyond being considered a girl. At any rate, for this formal to-do tonight I am unprepared and must work all day in the shop today to catch up on that work, so getting ready tonight is going to be quite a feat in itself. But if accomplished, the transformation from plaid flannel to ladylike should be amazing. I just hope I remember we’re supposed to go. Some things can’t be changed.
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