It was a really banal dream; just a usual format : me trying really hard to do something that is usually easy. Last night it was buying a slip. Yes, apparently I wanted one of those outdated (except in Victoria's Secret catalogues) items of lingerie.
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| Yes, this is VS today |
But this is the slip that I wanted:
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| downloaded from Dollhouse Bette's |
Taking a page from Dave's Easy French Conversations, I said in French: I am looking for something to wear under my clothes and it has to have very fine work done by artisans at the top and bottom. And I prefer to have the top part and the bottom part the same colour as the middle.
All I got in return was staring of the verging-on-giggling kind.
I went everywhere, including Canadian Tire for some reason, but since I couldn't call up "dentelle" from the french-speaking part of my brain and my listeners couldn't get a picture of what I wanted from what I said, I just couldn't fine one.
When I woke up this morning, I was shouting "dentelle! dentelle!" Dave thought I was saying "Don't tell, don't tell" as we don't usually speak in french to each other in the morning. I decided to leave it like that.
The second one looks better ;)
ReplyDeleteSadly women from my generation don't really wear those anymore. It's too bad, kind of sexy!!
I think I was born a generation or two, too late. Would explain why I don't really fit into my time frame?
Sidenote - Interesting and kind of fitting what Dave thought you were saying :D
Very impressive -- you managed to make the telling of a dreasm interesting. No mean feat that.
ReplyDeleteHe he he! :))
ReplyDeleteAnd I hope I immediately promised not to tell (Were we doing this in our still asleep phase of waking up?). And even if I'd heard you correctly and knew you were speaking French I would have thought of something other than lace: like perhaps you had just dreamed up a great new brand name for dental floss, or that you had some wrapped around your toes and needed help to remove it.
ReplyDeleteLove, your other fraction