An ode to dungarees

I hadn't laid my eyes on you since I was 6-years-old,

and after all these years, I wondered if I could be so bold,

to press 'proceed to checkout' on that Topshop site,

and at 2am while procrastinating, I thought I just might.

Breton stripe, lace crop tops and white tees,

I thought of all the things I could pair with thee,

Summertime frolics, drunken nights that were reckless,

All the possibilities, well, they were endless.

Comfort and effortless style, you're the whole deal,

And perfect for when I wake up late to meet friends for a meal.

You are perfect for occasions of all kinds,

Constantly making up new combinations in my mind.

But it wasn't enough, I started trying on more versions of you,

And before I knew it, I had bought another you in a different hue.

You're perfect in every form, and even as a skirt,

I'd forgotten about other clothes, what even is a shirt?

From babysitting to bars, from day to night,

I couldn't stop buckling up those straps, try as I might.

Long, short, denim, black,

I've fallen in love with you, and I can't go back.

A.x