Today I chose a long neglected vintage dress from Suzy Q. Very Betty Draper of me, don't you think? There I am, languishing about with my 10 o'clock Old Fashioned. That's 10 a.m.
I realized, about 2 hours in to the day that the sharp pain in my side was not last night's pizza expanding and contracting in my stomach as I had originally thought, but was in fact, due entirely to the teeny tiny waist band of my dress. Clearly my boyish figure would have been trussed like a turkey in 1958 in order to fit in the clothes of the day. Sigh. The things we women have done (and will do) to look presentable.
