We made it through the holidays, readers! Most of them, anyway.
I have so many exciting things to share with you, so let's get started. I couldn't be happier after days of overeating than to slip into my new Rago waist cincher. I was going to include an Amazon link, but I noticed that the price went up from approximately $25 to $38 in the week since I ordered it. Isn't that wack? I've noticed price shifts on Amazon before, but this is ridiculous.
A few of you are likely wondering why in the world I purchased this; others will understand immediately. Mind you, I have very little to cinch -- well, more today than I did a week ago -- but my poor cousin Cathy has really let herself go these last few months, so if she's ever going to wear her Cyd Charisse dress (provided I make it) she's going to need help. I could bone the dress itself, but this seems more practical since she can also sleep in it. I recommend this corset to anyone in need of a little extra back support. Or front support. I'm wearing the Small; any tighter and I would turn blue.
Unless I have my lower ribs removed, a cincher/corset like this is not going to make a radical difference in my shape, but it does make one stand up straighter and it's made in the USA.
|That's not back fat, btw, it's my tee shirt.|
In other news...
Every Christmas I find something exciting in the garbage. It would be hard to top last year, when I found a featherweight table just a block away. Well, last Saturday on my way home from the flea market, in a paper shopping bag stuffed with somebody's discarded clothing, I found this good-as-new Lucky Brand Western-style men's shirt. It's not something I would ever pay for, but it fits nicely, has some cute details, and it's a good color for me. But why are there, like, six stitches per inch? I wonder if that's a style-thing or a cost-thing. Either way, it looks cheap.
Also in the bag was a black button-down H&M shirt Michael liked, as well as a few pair of corduroy pants and dungerees that were too big for either of us. In my neighborhood, it isn't unusual to find clothing on the street: many people are simply too lazy/busy to bother to bring their used clothes to a thrift store, so they just leave them outside, confident that dumpster diver-types like me will come along and swoop them up.
We spent Christmas with Michael's family in the orderly suburbs of Southern New Jersey. The dogs got toys, we got money -- no complaints there. Some pics...
|The eyes say it all.|
Oh, before I forget -- my jacket pattern is here! More about that in the days ahead.
Readers, I hope your holidays were merry and bright. Anybody else get foundation garments for Christmas?
Have a great day, everybody!