Monday, April 09, 2012
I mentioned that I had to attend a funeral of a friend's brother today. The last time I'd worn my trusty black suit was last year at my father's funeral, and I'd needed help getting into the skirt and thank goodness the jacket covered my behind. Today when I put on that suit, it hung on me like an ugly paper bag.
I went rummaging through my closet, nothing. Then I remembered a barely worn black suit I'd tried to sell in my last garage sale because I had no hope of fitting into a size 6 ever again. Found it in the basement, tried it on--perfect fit. Snatched that $5 tag off it, pressed it and wore it proudly. All that exercise is indeed paying off. The scale does not always tell the positive side, my friends.