Dear cute black skirt,

Where are you? I haven’t seen you since August, was it something I said? I thought we were tight. I wore you all the time, and always said how versatile you were. I even wore you outside of work, that’s commitment!

Why did you leave? Is it because I tried to pair you with brown shoes? I’m sorry about that, I was in a hurry and just grabbed the first shoes I could find. I swear it will never happen again; I don’t even have those shoes any more!

Is it because I said you were getting a little big? Look, it’s not you, it’s me! I’ve been walking a lot and things just aren’t fitting the same any more, but I can change, I promise. I’ll go back for seconds; we can work it out!

Look, did someone take you? Are you being held captive in some synthetic and tacky closet? If you are, I can help, I just need you to give me a sign. If someone is holding you against your will, I need you to do one thing for me. The thing you do best: lie in a heap on the floor and come out looking fresh and wrinkle-free. Hmm, still nothing, eh?

Where ever you are please come back to me. I’ve switched to dresses since you’ve been gone and all my tops are starting to resent me. I need you back. You’re the glue that holds this wardrobe together!

Uncoordinated without you,
Katherine xo

UPDATE: I found it! It was smooshed in the bottom of my backpack and wouldn’t be found until I was packing to move back to Canada, in April of 2011.