
Am I the last to jump on the Tunic Train? Tunics are the way of the future and I'm the last one to know it. These were in last year when friends and family were pregnant, and I'm only now finding out all that can truly be accomplished with these Tiny Tents.
Adam happened upon $100 extra big ones this weekend (happens all the time) and naturally I spent my half on a few Tunics I'd been eyeing (plus some earrings and drawer knobs). Naturally, he spent his half on dinner for me (why is he the nice, non-materialistic one?). In just an evening and a day, wearing a Tunic has freed me from all my Troubles.
I can eat more at dinner. No one can even try to see that ribs & brisket belly I'm trying to suck in. I feel more female. Who wants to flaunt a waist when you can flaunt a nightgown? I can sit down and stay covered up. The Tunic is that Tried and True friend who'll cover your backside on any occasion. I can run headlong into the wind and get caught up and carried away like a kite. The Tunic Takes me higher.
Tunic, Tunic. Tunic True.
Tunic in Taffeta, silk and cotton, Too.
Tunic in orange, red, purple and blue.
Tunic in a Tiffy. Tunic in a jiffy.
Tunic, Tunic. I love you.