You called to me from the street and I heard you. I took you in and cleaned and washed you, and gave you a place to call home. I loved you and all of your pink taffeta-ness but I could not learn to love the smell you brought with you. I had hoped it would fade as our love for you increased, but it did not. So, farewell my adorable friend.
4 comments:
I love it so much. I wish you could get rid of the smell.
oh, what a smashing little number. What did it smell like?
Did you often find yourself slipping off of it?
Smells are not OK -- I agree with you 100%! What a pity she couldn't be salvaged . . . I love a good tree-lawn freebie!
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