Although the weather hasn’t felt like it yet, it must be summer. I saw four very different people wearing the same blue seersucker print this afternoon.
First, I saw the photographer we share a suite with in the hallway. Very dapper, seersucker slacks. Then, my co-worker Amy came in, in a perfect slip of a dress–the exact same pattern. I wanted to take a photo of them together, with lemonade.
On my way out of the library, a bedraggled man with paper bags full of books was wearing seersucker shorts, knee-length.
Finally, as soon as I stepped on the train, I saw another man, young but portly, with a seersucker jacket. All four wore the same classic blue and white striped. As the train pulled away and I settled into my seat, I started to think about the kind of long short story that would wind around all four characters–four different ethnicities, different ages, different levels of scruff and dirt, doing different things. Carrying different things, with different expressions. Clearly, the cover of the book would be that distinctive pattern. I’m not sure about a title for it yet…
I want a little pleated seersucker skirt, with a matching scarf for my hair. With a canvas bag, the kind with large wooden hoop handles. And a dachshund, on a navy blue lead.
