Hm. I look and look for this particular side effect from my new menu of medications and I don't see this one: Suddenly seized with a bizarre desire to buy and wear a dress.
The last time I willingly wore a dress to work was in 1989. Since then, I may have worn a long skirt on a few festive occasions, but work was strictly trousers. Hey, if Hillary could get elected to Congress wearing pants suits, why would I torture myself?
Yesterday at church, I noticed more women wearing skirts and dresses. One in particular looked very nice.
And unbidden came the thought - I'd like to have a couple of dresses to wear to church.
It was a pleasant thought. And then I realized that I would have to have proper shoes. And wear pantihose. I know pantihose are no longer a necessity, but they are for me. And then there's the trauma of actually buying the dresses.
They have to have a three-quarter length sleeve. They must not be low cut. They must reach below my fat knees.
Along with the dresses, I would have to buy appropriate footwear because Lands End moccasins just don't cut it with a wrap dress. And then there's pantihose. And those Spanx things, which I refuse to wear.
It doesn't take long for this particular wild hare to disappear. Oh - wait - look. There it goes.
1 comment:
For church? Yeah, rules (and pantyhose -- well, hose. I don't do the panty part) but just to wear a dress? I wear dresses in the summer just for airflow. No hose, no good shoes. Hell, I love a big, billowy sun dress.
Spanx actually are a lot better than the girdles of yore. I'm a convert -- the three times a year I need to wear one, that is.
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