I’m pretty sure my wedding dress is still in there–though I can’t be totally sure since I haven’t opened that box since the cleaners sealed it in 1971.
They buried my husband’s grandmother in hers. If I passed on today, there’s not a chance they’d be able to squeeze me into mine.
Not. A. Chance.
I can’t say it doesn’t bother me.
I notice things that maybe others wouldn’t give a second thought.
Like how that MSU shirt seems to make things that roll and sag more prominent—that I didn’t see until I saw a photo. That shirt’s in the goodbye bag now.
Like how much broader my shoulders and how much wider my upper arms seem, along with the back-of-the-hand crepe.
Like how my waistband slides up. We won’t mention the bunions or the skin tags.
I can definitely say it all bothers me.
But what will I do about it? Join me over at BibleDude.net today.
Still fit,
Sandy
Dear Sandy, I believe there is a beauty that only is given with age. From our hearts. Blessings, Ellen
True that, Ellen. True that. 🙂
As you get older (much older) it really won’t matter so much if your shirt makes you look saggy. You are beautiful just the way you are and broad shoulder are nice to cry on !!
I found you on Rick’s Saturday Shortcut list
http://www.plannedpeasanthood.com/2013/07/saturday-shortcuts-9/