Hello new dress. You're going to look great with those tall boots of mine. I love you for your style and the way you are going to make me feel like my mom when she was that late-70s single-mom career-woman, rocking the kickass dress, carrying around a kid on her hip and just generally being one of those sisters doing it for themselves (cue the music). Mostly, I will love that you will feel like a blanket since the office vent blows right on me and freezing my ass off all day long.
Dress - what's it like to be at Banana Republic? I know your place is like the Geranimals for adults, but, well, you know I came to get you there because sometimes you just want some basics that don't look like Shopbop vomited its hipness all over your awkward self. Sometimes you want to look a little more Audrey Hepburn than Kate Moss. But your home, little dress, your home called Banana Republic had racks and racks of brand new clothes and BR was *already* out of sizes. When Gap Inc wonders why it serves up negative year over year comps on every quarterly earnings call, it's not because there aren't sassy khaki ads on TV anymore... it's because Gap has totally lost its way. It can't even get DENIM right. Of all the things, and with all that floor space Gap could never figure out how to turn out the $70 answer to $170 jeans. How can this fucking happen?
And dress, the other reason is that BR is the one part of your godforsaken company I can or still want to shop at and even then, when I showed up yesterday (for the second time) to (finally) stock up on cashmere t-shirts, you had none. It's November. You should have all your cashmere in the stores now. But no. I was ready to buy 4 or 5, because they are thin enough to wear the whole year and they are a great basic. But no.
No sizes in 2 dresses I wanted, and no cashmere.
Dress, I am glad I brought you home. Banana Republic is no place for a sassy thing like you.