Some More of God’s Greatest Mistakes

This is new, something I wrote today in my workshop.  But why don’t you check out http://threenewstories.wordpress.com to see the brand new blog I’m starting?

She didn’t need new clothes.  Not really.  Or a new coat, either, because she had the old one her mom had given her from last year.  Need is a funny thing.  Not something she was comfortable admitting to.

Her two pairs of jeans were size 14- but with a big oversized sweatshirt no one could see the cord she threaded through her belt holes to keep them falling off, so that was fine.  Okay, maybe the fabic was a little thin for winter but she could always wear them over her black stretch leggings if it was cold out.  Maybe even do without the cord that way, a string really, which she’d whipped out with a snap of breaking stitches from one of the hooded sweatshirts.

So clearly there was no actual need to stand under florescent lighting hoping the fitting room attendant would be neither young nor thin nor stylish.  No need to be cold and decked out in goosepimples as she shivered the jeans on and tried to find a sweater which wasn’t itchy.  Even less need for the dress.  It’s just that it looked so frickin cute there on the hanger.  Like it was saying “Hiya cutie, why don’t we get to know each other better?”

The moment in the mirror, though, now that was necessary.  Everyone needs to look at themselves once in a while and think “Yeah, okay, I’d do her.”