Today I went to Walgreen's dressed in taupe shorts to my knees and a striped polo shirt that belonged to my dad (that is also nearly to my knees). Also, lured by the promise of poppies, I bought a Martha Stewart magazine to add to my . . . homeliness.
Yes, I was that dowdy.
Earlier today I wore a white dress and polka-dotted shoes and they were very cute.
So I can also be stylish.
In conclusion, I am 2/4 stylish and 1/4 dowdy and 1/4 so completely eclectic I could be classified as both at the same time; (I realize that first fraction can be simplified. My logical brain is not that far removed from use.)
Since I am feeling guilty for a completely nonspiritual post on a very beautiful and sacred day, I leave you with my favorite poem by George Herbert. Notice how the poem's form matches its content; as man joins with God, his spiritual wealth increases. I will not analyze; I wish not to murder to dissect-- at least not today. Thus, I leave you with the knowledge that Anne was rather dowdy today, but thanks to the sacrifice of Christ, God doesn't see her as such.
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