betrayed

I shouldn't step out of my comfort zone when it comes to clothing. I'm no good at it. But I was tempted with a valuable coupon and 40% off at the Gap is nothing to sneeze at.
Moments after my arrival there I spied a willowy tall blond (three things I am not) trying on a shrunken blazer. She looked gorgeous and I was smitten. At 40% off it was reasonable. A good addition to my wardrobe, I told myself. I'm forever in some form of cardigan and figured a jacket would dress me up a bit.
I bought a double breasted wool knit blazer, narrow and shrunken.
I wasn't crazy about the buttons. Very shiny and clinky, they made a noise when they brushed against anything - even my coat. I told myself I could change them out though there were an awful lot of them when I began to count. I let go of that idea and threw the jacket on over my turtleneck this morning.
I looked pretty formal. Not a bad thing but not especially me.
I tried not to hear the buttons.
I tried the jacket buttoned and unbuttoned and was displeased with my silhouette both ways.
Someone came by my office late in the afternoon, wearing a tiny black two button blazer. Hers fit her better. Hers flattered her.
I went to the loo and looked in the mirror. Not good.
I went back to my desk and saw a thread on my chair. The entire hem of the jacket, my new jacket, had come undone.
I was delighted. A sign. A betrayal.
The jacket didn't like me any more than I liked it.
Back it goes, tomorrow.
I'm done with the idea. It doesn't suit me.

Perhaps I'll have a manicure in Chicago.