An Open Letter to Lilly Pulitzer

Dear Lilly,

Some days I wake up and look in my closet and smile at the bright colors looking back at me. The shift dresses, scarves, pretty patterns and sunshine. It's hard to decide what to wear, most of the time, because I just love it all so much.  However, since I am not a gazillionaire living on West Paces Ferry, I am relegated to ebay, the Belk sales, and the yearly Endless Summer Sale.  

Well, dear Lilly, let me tell me what you've done to my emotions. For days leading up to the Endless Summer Sale, I tossed and turned with anxiety. "Will this business crash and burn like it has years past? Have you finally learned what Bandwidth is?"

I woke up bright and early this dreary Monday morning, ready to go. I got ready, made my coffee and breakfast, and sat down, waiting for 8am (ish) to arrive. 

Only to be greeted with this message, YET AGAIN.

All I wanted, dear Lilly, was to buy a flamingo murfee for my best friend's birthday next month. And instead, you give me OH SHIFT. Over and over again. Here's a hint, Pink Palace. Have you ever seen the Nordstrom half yearly sale freak the internet out? Nope.  In fact, I am convinced that you do this on purpose, for your own sick entertainment, to watch the WASPY whining on Twitter. 

But seriously. My fall clothing budget is now dedicated to J Crew. 

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