Hey, remember when I used to occasionally write posts in which I’d pretend Lindy Bop dresses were people?
Well, I mean, I SAY “pretend”… you all know that Lindy Bop dresses really ARE people, right? And they have secret lives, just waiting to be uncovered by an intrepid blogger like myself. Well, most of them do, anyway. Some of them, on the other hand, have not-even-remotely secret lives, and here’ the proof:
This dress is called ‘Amber’ – by which I mean that’s its ACTUAL name, as chosen by the band themselves,
purely as a way to taunt me. Like, I’m not just making this up in some kind of feeble attempt to justify buying it – even although that’s more or less exactly what I’m thinking of doing. Ahem.
No, this dress is actually called Amber: and, oh hey! Guess who ELSE is called ‘Amber’? Yup, that would be me. Which is why, unlike some of its Lindy Bop sisters, I don’t need to make up a backstory for this dress. I think it’s pretty obvious that if this dress were human, it would probably be a blogger. A red-haired one, with too many shoes, and a habit of committing random acts of stupidity on the regular. And one day Amber-the-blogger would be looking at the Lindy Bop website, and she’d come face to face with Amber-the-dress. “Why, this dress has been named after ME!” she would cry, reaching excitedly for her credit card. “It would be a CRIME not to buy it: especially with Christmas coming up!”
As for the end of the story, well, I’m going to leave that to your imagination, because this is all getting a bit too meta for words, and making me start to question my own identity. I mean, who even AM I? Am I Amber-the-blogger, or am I Amber-the-dress? And will the two ever meet, I wonder?