Monday, August 28, 2006

Not quite tight but not loose is how her clothes fit.

She was wearing a blue hooded sweatshit with the red letters GAP on the front. Her jeans were exactly the blue of her sweatshirt. She looked elegant.

The woman with her spoke to her in French, which semi-explained the miracle, but how do the French do it?

She took garments that would seem more familiar than interesting on the rack and wore them in a way that seemed to express the essence of her and the essence of grace.