"Choose your battles wisely, my son
For not all can be won
History remembers hours lost and corners cut,
Unfinished projects and closet doors shut
Blood spilled on a sharp-point pin
Hundred of pounds, consigned to the bin."
Long and agonsing story short: I'm ripping everything up on this dress.
It will be a green dress (but not a real green dress, that's cruel).
*Not really 'anon', more 'me'. But 'anon' sounds more profound and worldly. No?