Candy and I went shopping and God what a disaster. I grew up in the desert, I guess most of you have heard. With one supernaturally strange exception, I never shopped for clothing in a store that was not a Goodwill until I was about 23 years old… maybe even 25. How I thought I could dress Candy is beyond me! Especially with those breasts of hers.

Now you could say that my sister had compensated for all this because there was nothing and I mean not-a-thing she didn’t know about fashion but fact is she was born with this passion.

As a matter of fact, caught out in the desert like that, we were a bunch of child writers with no TV so we used to publish a family newspaper.

We all contributed, making copies of the pages with carbon paper and binding them together by sewing the pages with the sewing machine.

Point here, is my sister did the fashion section. My brother did the hard news (Aries with a Capricorn Moon) such as what dead snakes had been found on the property, which cat had killed a rabbit that week and I did the opinion section… the color commentary of course.

So anyway, while I was extremely well dressed at the time it was all due my sister and I had no business personal shopping for Candy and how anyone (including me) imagined otherwise is beyond me.

Er… Venus Neptune, the illusion of taste.

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