She obliterated everything she kissed.

There's a charity shop down the street from work. I stop in there when I'm not too tired just in case there's something amazing lurking in the racks. Or second best: potential. There hasn't been much these past few weeks except a rather awesome hat that was too small. First time for that. Today I found an Audrey Hepburnesque little black dress and so I had to try it on. I mean it was almost compulsory. And there was potential. Bags of potential apart from the fact that the bust and the sleeves would have to be adjusted but I've been itching to start a new project that wasn't make another bag. But the work I'd have to do and the price didn't make for a bargain and besides when was I going to wear a Hepburn dress.

Thing is once I try something on and start fixing it up in my head I've made it mine. Putting it back on the hanger is like a pang. Some tiny little part of me is still there working out a way to make it work. So now I'm looking at old black dresses in the back of my wardrobe and spinning my scissors round my fingers. Somewhere in here is a gorgeous dress. I've just got to work out how to find it.