Walking toward your seat at Wimbledon, other spectators shyly peer your way. Should they ask for your autograph? Simply compliment your pure white, wide-neck dress? Silently gawk at its gold exposed zip? As the first serve is sent across the court, earning its owner a score of fifteen, you quietly clap your gloved hands, then place them on the vertical slit panels on your A-line skirt. A small girl gains the courage to approach you, tugs on the side of your lined dress, and asks why you're wea... More
Walking toward your seat at Wimbledon, other spectators shyly peer your way. Should they ask for your autograph? Simply compliment your pure white, wide-neck dress? Silently gawk at its gold exposed zip? As the first serve is sent across the court, earning its owner a score of fifteen, you quietly clap your gloved hands, then place them on the vertical slit panels on your A-line skirt. A small girl gains the courage to approach you, tugs on the side of your lined dress, and asks why you're wearing wedges instead of sneakers if you're a famous tennis player. You giggle, patting her shoulder with your gold-braceleted hand, and assure her you're simply a fan just like she is!