Friday, May 18, 2012
DISCLAIMER: IF YOU FEEL SQUEAMISH ABOUT PERSONAL INFORMATION, TURN BACK AND DON'T READ!
Last blog I wrote was a sermonette (to myself, mainly) about honoring moms. One of the thing that's fantastic about my mother is her "clothing her children in scarlet." Even now, if she notices that I've been to busy to clothe myself respectably (I'm on the other extreme from having over-spending issues. . .Schwabian, Scotch, Frugal. . .they all apply to me), she'll take me shopping for some essentials. The last time she took me, in November of last year, she bought me some undergarments that didn't show through my clothes. My old set had been the nursing sort. I hadn't had a non-nursing model for 3 years straight. And the ones she bought me were lovely. I felt so sad to call her today and tell her that the lovely gift she had given me didn't fit any more. And at the same time, so elated to be able to say that they didn't fit. My husband watched the kids for me tonight while I went shopping for a new size. I'm SOOO excited! I went down 1.5 sizes!!!!! The woman helping me find the right fit asked me if I wanted a push-up. But you know, I worked hard to look smaller, so I Passed It Up!!