Polka Dot Moratorium
This is a picture of my favorite bathing suit:
It’s very cute. I look very cute in it. So much so, that I have taken pictures in it when I was in Palm Springs and have shared those photos with friends and family.
Three of these items (gift bag, “oh what fun” panties, cupcake papers) came to me this Christmas. I like these things. These things are cute and funny.
And I’m putting a stop to it right now. I like polka dots. I want to continue to like polka dots. Don’t give me any more shit with polka dots on it. I don’t want to be that person that liked that thing with cows on it and then someone buys me something else with a cow on it which is like, alright, but then it becomes a “thing” where people give me shit with cows on it and all of a sudden I’m 60 years old and I have a house full of crap that has cows on it or looks like a cow or moo’s and I grow not only to hate cows but to hate the people who think of me as “The Cow Lady.”
I don’t want to be the polka dot lady.