Day after day I sit here. Some girls want me, some girls don’t. Every time I come close, it seems like the same type of lady will take me home: professional, stuck-up, blond, rich. All of them say I make her look pale. How does a black cashmere cardigan make a person look pale? I’m sick of being stuck back in my rack with all of the other unwanted tops. At night my mind wanders. I’d like to look at all the other high-fashion items around me, but it’s dark. I’m on sale for $95.99.

I wake up. Another day, and I still am not wanted.

Another year, and they finally put me in Marshall’s. How disgraceful. I’m so used to the classy, rich women taking a glance at me. My price is now $29.59. Oh great. I’m being tried on again. Is this woman really at this store? She is beautiful. She gives me a really big smile. We venture our way to the dressing room. I’ve never seen such a beautiful woman get so excited over my plain cardigan self before! I look great on her. My shape fits her shape perfectly. “Classy, simple. I love this.”
This is the biggest moment of my life. I can’t believe I made it to the checkout line! I feel so amazing; I am the only item she picked. It’s coming. I’m being bought. “Beep!” goes the scanner. “That will be $29.59.”