I woke up to that email in my box, and since I'm over my head in bondage right now— cuffed to my desk, chained to my book, ball-gagged by my... oh, you get the picture—you can imagine how disappointed I was to find capris—yes, fucking capris!—in the main body of the email.
Either someone at The Gap has a really kinky side... or nobody at The Gap does. Seriously, if you were on the marketing team, wouldn't you raise your hand at the pitch meeting and gently suggest adding the word PANTS to the subject line? "The Candy-Colored Slim Crop Pants... our must of the moment."
Slim crop just makes me think of one of these...
Of course, that's not necessarily a bad thing. I've been craving a new crop lately. Our collection is awfully morose. So much black. A pretty pink crop might be the perfect reward for finishing my book!
XXX,
Alison
P.S. If you sense an unusual animosity to capris, understand that I am barely 5'4". There is no such thing as capris for me. (Wait, are capris singular or plural? There *are* no such thing...?) Capris tend to fit me like normal pants. Ah, well. At least, something in my world is "normal."
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