I’d found the perfect blouse for the wedding and was going to wear it with a skirt I already had. But there was this gorgeous skirt that would have looked better, and I really wanted it. It was too expensive and it would have caused too much guilt.
On the other hand, I had guilt about not splurging on it since it is for my son’s wedding. How could I cheap out like that? So I went back to the store last night with all of my fingers and toes crossed in hope that it would be on sale. It wasn’t. Looking at the price tag to make damn sure, it turns out I was wrong. That skirt was half the price I thought it was. By now, they had sold my size. Luckily, the clerk said they could alter it and have it back to me that same evening.
It’s mine now. Another funny thing, I’d written about a skirt exactly like this in my script a couple of months ago and didn’t realize this until I tried it on last night. It was a strange moment looking in the mirror, thinking about my character. It’s important to the story, that skirt, and she buys it at the last minute. Do we write what we are, or become what we write? Or both?
It is a silk skirt with tulle underlayers.