start out calmly enough. You've made a list, you have
the image in your mind--how terrific you're going to
look. Then it begins. You take out the three pieces
of clothing. And then the shoes. Which shoes? These
don't match the top. And they don't match your bottom.
They're the wrong black. How can there be so many blacks?
Change the bottom. Change the top. Change the shoes.
Before you know it, you've lost track of where you were
in your wardrobe. Wait a minute. Have you been dressing
from the Goodwill pile?
Or the 'when I lose those five pounds' pile? You don't
know what you were thinking when you accepted the invitation,
anyway. Now you can't even leave the house. How do you
gain weight in your ankles? You're going to miss your
train, but you have to stay home to clean up this mess
anyway. And then you have to go shopping...
a faint voice from under the vanity, where she lives
when you're not dressing...'shopping?' Sadie emerges--to
help. She stretches out on the loveseat, and begins
to counsel. "Angora? Again? Not fat, just fluffy. It
makes you look fluffy. Besides, you know it sheds. Let
me put that away for later." She curls up on the angora.
She calls it safeguarding. "Ooh! Are those little mirrors
on your shoes? People will look up your skirt! Remember
those plain pumps?"
helps you pick and choose, but is she picking what's
right for you, or what's not right for her? "Pearls
are always sweet, but you never know what might happen."
You're not sure if she's on your side, but who else
would go through this with you?
have to trust her, and go with the faux. She says it
so nicely. She puts you back together. Of course by
this time, you're in such a state... really. Taking
fashion advice from a mauve monster. Again.
your way out the door, you notice that Sadie's wearing
all your rings, and that those are your pearls hanging
out of her mouth. Off to the ball.