So close

I took K. to Walmart last night. She needed new swimwear for her aerobics class, so while she was in the dressing room, I puttered around the dress clothes. And they had these nice-looking women's suit sets. (I say nice-looking, and not nice, because the quality was dubious...after all, do you really expect to find a nice three-piece suit set for sixty bucks?)

At any rate, it got me thinking. Someday soon, I'm going to have to go shopping for some nice interview clothes. And I'll probably get them from Walmart, because that's all I can afford. But someday...maybe someday...I'll have a fancy job that requires me to dress like that--or similarly--every day. And maybe then I'll be able to afford the nice clothes, the three-hundred-dollar sets. Maybe someday I'll find the glamour that I've been dreaming of since I was little.

Which is strange enough in itself, I suppose. Little girls' ideas of glamour usually involve pretty dresses and pink cars and all that jazz. Mine was always professional glamour; if I had the patience and the willingness to go into debt, I might have gone into law.

But I'm broke, and creative, and dreamy, so I went into writing instead. Go figure.