My brother once said to me, "If it's not on sale, it's not for sale." I am that kind of girl. I am not drawn to measly 30% clearance signs. I feel so insulted that the store takes a couple bucks off the price, calls it a clearance sale, and expects you to trip over yourself getting there before everything's gone. But the other day I was drawn to the real clearance rack at Target-- the 50% clearance rack. It seemed to be like a blinking green traffic light-- blinking to get my attention, and green, calling "buy, buy!" (Not the blinking yellow arrows that have popped up everywhere, and no one is sure exactly what they mean-- are they just the same as a solid green light-- left turns yielding to through traffic, but just more annoying like people dancing with Liberty Tax and Little Ceasars Pizza signs? But I digress.)
I rifled through these on-sale, thus for-sale clothes, and came across this dress-- cute, check. Flowers, check. Lydia's size, check. " Lydia, do you like this dress?"
"No. It's not very. . . pink."
Fair point. Now adding very pink to my checklist.
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