Who's That Girl?

For my illustrious 300th post, I bring you a happy report.

Saturday's meeting was ordinary, in terms of content. Just group discussion, some brainstorming about future meetings, and a short photography session with Sylvia and her low battery camera. Here you see my favorite portrait of the bunch.

My confidence was very high, and it shows. Some of the confidence came from the clothes. My favorite dress, vintage 1988 Frederick's of Hollywood. My new waist cincher, which makes a huge difference in my figure, almost creating the illusion of hips. New booties, not seen here, but in a gray suede very close to the color of the dress. And my hair was behaving wonderfully, looking almost real. Suffice it to say, I felt pretty, which is as good as it gets for me.

Next month is our Transgiving meal, so I will be doubly burdened, choosing an outfit and deciding what food to bring. So many tough decisions. My mind is already thrilling at the possibilities, especially with the likelihood of having bare legs. I am worried about that, of course. I have resolved to work on my marriage, yet I want to do the thing that so grates on my wife's sensibilities and gender stereotypes. I guess I could wear opaque tights as I did Saturday, but I'm not keen on that as a solution. There's still time to figure things out, and I will burn that bridge when I come to it.