Thursday, July 31, 2008

The history of Thread

My idea of the perfect Friday night is a fast dinner and a slow stroll through the racks at the local thrift store. I look at everything. I try on stacks and stacks of clothes, keeping "definite," "maybe," and a "definitely maybe" piles. Once my stack of clothing is complete, I head to the jewelry display and finger everything, usually to the annoyance of the young woman in the smock with the keys.