I buy potential

I saw this sweater and knew it was love. Lust, love, what's the difference. I had to have it. Immediately. Forget that someone probably forced their kindergarten teacher mom into donating this jewel. I knew that there would come a day that this sweater would not only be appropriate, but the ONLY article of clothing acceptable for the fictional event I made up in my head to rationalize the purchase. My senses have yet to fail me when it comes to shopping finds. I felt like an indian of the delta. With my wavy hair and sweater-dress I was invincible. Behold, the power of America, on a knit sweater, for display on the body of a mid-20something delayed adolescent.