Materials and Methods
Cowl neck top: Gap, bought recently on sale at a very nice price
Black pants: JC Penney’s, gift but picked out by me (ancient!)
Black boots: Kohl’s (also ancient)
Sparkly silver belt: One of those hip stores in the mall, like The Buckle. I forget which one.
Silver earrings: Family Dollar, my very first pair of danglies ever. I had great taste at age nine.
Ludicrous amounts of sunshine: Gift from Texas
These photos confirm what I have long suspected: I have no waist. I could feel there was something missing from my life, but I thought perhaps the missing item was a boyfriend or a car. Nope, it’s a waist. I have but the slightest hint of an hourglass figure—I’m all short limbs and muscle. But at least I have some curves! In fact, the man who charmed his way into boyfriend (man-friend?) status in my life could not be more vocal about his infatuation with my curves. Which is, of course, a very nice thing. He is a very nice man in all sorts of ways.
Despite my waistlessness, I am very happy with my body. We have a deal: I treat it right, and it keeps up with me. I couldn’t ask for much more, and really, in today’s culture, for a woman to be happy with her body is a minor miracle. I count myself among the blessed.
Kind readers, thanks for indulging me one more fashion post. I consider this a little photography project, and there may be more of these posts in the future. It’s just for fun, and indeed, I am having a lot of fun with them.