“Renie, the only way I would wear a skirt this short is if I wore my bicycle shorts under it. Which I may add wouldn’t work, because this skirt is shorter than my shorts,” said Ellis tugging on the bottom edge of a hot purple mini skirt.
“Ellis you have great legs. Let somebody see them.”
” My legs are going to be tucked under a table. Hey you, remember I’m going to this Grand PooBah of a slave auction merely to help you fill your table. That’s IT.” Ellis wiggled out of the skirt and toss it on the bed. “I don’t see the reason for ransacking your closet for something to wear, when I have my own closet at home.”
“When is the last time you went shopping?” asked Renie .
“Not that long ago,” said Ellis.
“Well I remember, because I was with you,” said Renie. “It was last November, six months ago. And what did you buy?”
“I bought a new set of long underwear to wear cross country skiing,” said Ellis pushing her glasses back up her nose.
” Ha! That’s the reason we are searching my closet and not yours for an outfit with some hot honey dazzle.”
Ellis threw herself backward on the bed. “This situation is impossible. I’ve been wiggling in and out of clothes for two hours. I hate trying on clothes. You’re putting a strain on our friendship.”
“The situation isn’t impossible, you are. You’re not selecting a forever outfit to wear in your casket. It’s one outfit for a few measly hours for Pete’s sake. We’re on countdown time until we have to leave. So be a good girl and choose something. Anything, because anything in my closet is better than what you have in yours,” said Renie raising her voice.
“Is not.” said Ellis.
“Hurry up and I’ll reward with the spiked hot apple cider you like so well. Stop being so dang obstinate and picky, so we’ll have time to drink it.”
“Okay, okay. You’re right. It’s just one night, a few short hours,” said Ellis as she was digging deep into Renie’s walk-in closet. “You said anything, right?”
“I’m wearing this. I actually love it. Where did you get it? I’ve never seen you wear it,” said Ellis coming out of the closet with a red garment on a hanger.
“Wouldn’t you know you would find the one unhip piece of clothing in my entire closet. Good ol’ Dad brought it home, when he spent a month in India on assignment five or six years ago. I never wear red and get real, does that look like anything I would ever wear?”
“No, but I would,” said Ellis.
“At least with your dark coloring you can carry off red. But honey chile, take my advice and wear the mini and flash your legs.”
“Nope, I’m wearing this,” said Ellis.
“I give up. Here are some shoes to go with it. And I think I have some earrings that will look half way decent.”
To be continued—–
Here is the champion drink that Renie is preparing. It’s from Amy at Savory Moments. Hot Buttered Spiced Apple Cider with Run. Yum to rum.