What We Wore
Our memories are woven into our clothes
Darlings! Hail!
We tell the story of our lives by the clothes we wear. So, let’s have some fun!
What was one of the grand moments in your life?
What did you wear?
P.S. Don’t forget the shoes—uh, like you’d ever forget the shoes.
As for me? One of the colossal events in my life was the day I strapped on my six-shooters and a belt full of bullets. But you’ve already heard about it. So, I’m choosing the excellent moment at JFK airport two years ago when a gang of touchy female TSA agents pulled me out of line, escorted me into a small room, and, aiming their jim-jams at me and shoving their fingers into my nooks and crannies, finally ordered me to take off every stitch I was wearing.
This is what I was wearing:
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