Let's see, what do politics and Thanksgiving have in common? Stuffing! (The ballot box and the turkey, of course!) I'm a huge fan of The Vermont Country Store . I love their selection of old time merchandise, retro favorites, healthy foods, and more. I was clicking through their site and found this:
Do you know what that is? It's a "Dickie." A Dickie is an ex-husband of Stephanie Plum, of the Janet Evanovich (stopping to kneel, cross self, assume "we're not worthy pose, standing") books. It's an entire line of work clothes, not that Ranger would ever be caught in them. Morelli might have a pair of two in his closet though. It's also a pseudo-turtleneck that really just provides the top bit, as you can see.In 9th grade I wore Dickies under my goofy preppy sweaters. One day, I discovered that if I tucked the son-of-a-gun into my bra, "voila!" I had boobs. Swear to God. I don't know what I expected come Spring, when the Dickie disappeared and so did my chest.
I've never told that story. But I don't mind telling you the story. I was a Dickie D cup. Well, maybe a solid B.....
4 comments:
Wow. I've never heard a dickie story like that before. I know what you're getting for Christmas.
From an almost A in highschool I can understand!
I have other dickie stories, but this is a family blog. Ok, The ADDAMS family, but you know....
That's too funny! I was very much on the "don't want those horrible boobs!" side of the preteen coin. I hated adolescence and watching my body transform in it's womanly way. Now, however, I may have to buy some dickies so I can have a womanly winter!
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