Dear Lost J.Crew Tunic,
I’ve been searching for you for weeks. It’s driving me insane; I’m looking in the same places over and over thinking you might suddenly turn up. Listen, if I left you at someone else’s house they don’t know you’re there (trust me, I’ve called everyone). If I did, I promise it wasn’t intentional.
Honestly, you’re one of my favorite articles of clothing. Alright, I love tutus too, but I can’t exactly wear those on a daily basis. Other than the tutus, it’s you, I swear. Please just come home. I’m dying to wear you; I’d even take you out for a nice dinner (maybe a bloody mary even) .
In the meantime I’ve been so upset and distraught I’ve started looking for a replacement. Don’t worry, no other tunic could ever actually replace you, but I’m getting desperate, you see.