Dreams About Work, Sometimes Productive
So last night—BECAUSE THIS IS NOW THE KIND OF STUPID THING THAT HAPPENS TO ME—I was dreaming about plaid, specifically about wearing a really bad plaid cape and sitting on a rock. I don't remember who else was in the dream, but she was very angry and scolding me about this item of clothing. Not because of the cape part—no, my conjured critic was actually furious because I had chosen plaid and not an Aztec print. 
And then I woke up. And I thought about Aztec prints and how great and low-key and versatile they actually are on hippieish vintage bags. And I came across this and this and this on eBay—all of which would be perfect with a tank and a long skirt or denim (almost) anything on beachy nights. (By the way, I once had a boyfriend who regularly read from his dream journal to anyone who'd listen. Since then, as a general rule I think dream retelling is off-limits, but I'm making an exception here.)
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