Explore "Making the Best of It" by Ruth Collie on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
The day was like a garment that I perforce must wear. I didn't like / its colour much, it didn't suit my hair. I didn't like its line or / cut, it didn't please my eye. "You look so very drab and mean," said / I with heavy sigh. But since I had to wear it, this garment made for / me, I said: I will embellish it and trim it prettily. Around its / neck I stitched some smiles, a frill of them, all gold. And at the / wrists, bright fancy's braid, quite lovely to behold. I girdled it / with rosy dreams ('tis wrong to look a dowd! ) and for a little / 'kerchief, I chose a snow-white cloud. I gathered shining, gleaming / thoughts and looped them here and there. The day it was a garment / that I just loved to wear.