Jedi Warriors
wore chocolate brown overcoats:
White tends to show dirt.
I don’t know if she’s dressed as a Jedi or wearing a knit bathrobe. I also can’t help wondering if she’s wearing anything under that?
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? ? ? Although I can’t see that she is wearing anything under it, which says “bathrobe”, she’s also wearing mittens. And spikey heels. Now to come up with a story that accounts for the heels, the mittens, the robe, and the apparent lack of clothes . . .
Comment by alwen — 10/22/2006 @ 7:36 pm
Hmm, let’s see…she’s a stripper. She was backstage, having just shuffled off her mortal clothing to a jaunty Justin Timberlake ditty in front of an adoring crowd. She was just reaching for the lovely hand-knit Jedi Warrior bathrobe she’d made in between sets and lap-dances over the past year, when the police decided to raid the club. Aghast, she fled into the cold, dark night, reaching for nothing but the warmth of the bulky-ass mittens she’d knit from that leftover skein. Stumbling and trembling as she absconded, not knowing from what she was running, a mere turn of the heel ahead of the law, she wrapped herself tightly in the long white woolens, and willed herself to go on…when, at last, she saw it. Ahead! A door! Heart leaping at the sight almost as much as it had the day she’d seen the matching purse in this whole ensemble, she dashed down the alley and threw open the door, hearing then the shrill echo of sirens muted by its slamming. Relieved, exhausted, she spun on her ever so fashionable heel and discovered herself…on a runway.
And that, my friends, is the story of how this peculiarity somehow ended up on a naked woman and in the same sentence as the word “couture.” Or, at least, that’s my best stab at explaining it.
Comment by Kate — 10/22/2006 @ 9:28 pm