He took out a pile of shirts and began throwing them, one by one,
before us, shirts of sheer linen and thick silk and fine flannel,
which lost their folds as they fell and covered the table in many-colored disarray.
While we admired he brought more and the soft rich heap mounted higher--
shirts with stripes and scrolls and plaids in coral and apple-green and lavender
and faint orange, and monograms of Indian blue.
Connemara may like this one, think of it as the alternative shirt porn...no folded up pics here. Although they are in the closet, atleast one is happily coming out daily.
Connemara may like this one, think of it as the alternative shirt porn...no folded up pics here. Although they are in the closet, atleast one is happily coming out daily.