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Thurs.
4-26-56

Dear Mother,

This letter should prove unpleasantly
surprising. If you are currently seated on the lofty
heights of a barstool, I suggest the floor as a
safer seat, for this particular moment.

Yesterday, before I went to a baby-sitting
job which paid $2.50, I went to the Clothes Closet
& burned a large black hole in your bank
account. It occurred to me that the only hats
I own that I am really fond of are the black velvet
beret with the rhinestones & that beige one
which goes with the beige & alive outfit. I have
others, I know, but when you get right down to
it, I wear them when I have to wear hats, mainly
because they aren't awful, not because I really
like them. Sorry to take such a willful attitude,
but as far as a wardrobe goes, I don't want a
lot of stuff, just a minimum of versatile things
that I like. This doesn't mean that anything
goes to waste. You like most of the stuff I have because
you picked it out. The [bottleneck?] occurs in the
fact that I manage to accumulate more of it
than I should up here. I am trying to remedy
that. Now that you are thoroughly confused,
I will tell you what I did yesterday. Do not
try to understand my attitude all at once. That
would entail your jumping to a lot of conclusions,
something you don't do too accurately. Keep an
open mind & it will come to you in time.

Yesterday, I went shopping for a white summer
hat, as after 2 years I am getting a little
tired of that pique job with the gold tassels. I