I stopped at the same boutique that I stopped by everyday on my walk home from school. It's a small, honestly unappealing boutique, if it wasn't for the sign I would have thought it was a Goodwill. It's family owned, probably, I never actually made sure but I would be surprised if I was wrong, then again I never did check. Regardless, I love it, I always make a detour from school to reach it, although it's only a slight detour, adding maybe a minute or two to my walk. I entered as I always do, I rarely find myself actually buying anything, sometimes I end up spending more time than I'd like to admit deciding if I should get this blue buttoned shirt that shares the same shade as the sky on a day where it might rain or that almost banana colored pair of jeans that I'd swear would work with the right top and shoes, only to come home with nothing. Most days I'm in and out since I've been there the day before, almost like I'm checking on the clothes, as if they where pets in a pound and I was glad to see their smiling faces and hoping they would find good homes.
Today however, after entering I see the cutest dress. It's perfect, call me cliche but I love pink and this particular shade of pink is my favorite, it always reminded me of strawberry milk when you don't add enough syrup and because of that it's really pale, closer to white than it is a real pink. The dress is that shade of strawberry milk with white pleats that fall from the hip down to, on me at least, my knees and black trimmings that outline the dress the same way a cartoon character is outlined, it's simple but that's what makes it so perfect. I think about it and decide not to get it, I don't need it, but I don't really need anything if I think about it, but I can save my money for something else, I stop. But it's perfect, no, no, I don't really have room in my room. I take a single step outside the boutique, then feel sick to my stomach. What if someone else gets it! I run in and immediately get it.
I glad I did end up getting it, I think to myself as I stare at it with this dumb smile that just won't go away, I'm too happy to care. I finish my walk home with dress folded in half on my right arm. When I enter I hear a ruckus in the kitchen. My sister's "friends," she's in college and joined a group that's very liberal, you know the ones who fight for rights no one cares for, they hate anything that follows the status quo. I quickly step towards my room. "Stop," one of the girls says. Oh no! I forgot about my new friend I'm carrying.
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