Wonderland or Not

Are you a “Twin Set” kind of girl?

I’m not a “Twin Set” kind of girl, never have been.

My mother is a “Twin Set” kind of girl. She has been since I can remem­ber. I can’t count the num­ber of times she would, with no encou­ra­ge­ment from me, come home from a small shop­ping spree and hand me what she thinks to this day is one of the neces­si­ties of life, a “Twin Set”.

I abho­rred them in high school as much as I abho­rred khaki’s. I always gave them away to my khaki-twin set loving friends.

My parents tra­vel a lot due to their res­pec­tive careers. My mother fre­quents Italy. I often get small pac­ka­ges in the mail a week or so after she returns from one of these jaunts, and this time it was no dif­fe­rent. There are pro­bably a hun­dred dif­fe­rent things I could think of for her to send me from Italy, a soc­cer ball, olive oil, leather anything, wine. Need I go on?

What did she send me this time.

You gues­sed it.

A “Twin Set”.

I think I have a “Twin Set” from every country in the world, which is why I’m so happy to see that cot­ton peo­ple have dec­la­red The Return of the Twin-Set.