I love polka dots. It’s just something about them that feels bright and happy. Polka dots are like your childhood happiness that you can wear in adult manner. A plain surface seems to be shouting out for one dot, two dots, three dots… And suddenly it looks better – more inviting. I have to say that my love of polka dots can sometimes take me by surprise. Like on one rainy summer day when I was walking to my local coffeehouse to get that all important afternoon pick-me-up latte and I happened to catch a glimpse of myself in a shop window. I had to laugh out loud as a thought ran through my mind that the passers-by must think ‘That lady sure loves her polka dots’. I had a white shirt with black polka dots on. My cross-body bag had white polka dots on a blue background. As it was raining I had my umbrella out which was gray with white polka dots. I had just popped into a grocery store and had my ‘book-bag’ out which – oh, you guessed it, had white polka dots on light green surface. I had not even noticed that I had polka-dotted myself to the max. Since then I have tried to curb my love – at this state I suppose it could also be called obsession – of polka dots. Results have not been encouraging…
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