Dear Tiny Dress,
If there were laws against being darling, you would be in the slammer for life. You’re killing me with your cuteness. You’re so cute you make kittens jealous. You make puppies cry at night, overwhelmed with thier wish that they were you. You make baby bunnies sleeping in a basket of pansies look homely. You make lambs frolicking amongst fields of forget-me-nots seem crass.
(PS. I really mean it when I say I love you. I know I said the cute thing about those bootees, but you’re different than the other projects. You’re way cuter.)