Summer clothes have had me wringing my hands. I hate my jeans and capris. They are too low-cut and they cut my post-pregnancy spare tire in half, giving me hideous bulges. I hate my t-shirts. They are too low-cut and show my bra, also they’re cheap and form permanent holes where Pudding makes biscuits when her claws need cutting. I have broken up with Old Navy.
My summer uniform, this summer, is “crops” and tanks from Coldwater Creek. I am being picky about colors and styles, because at almost-33, there are a lot of clothes there I love but also a lot that are not for people my age. Anyway, I’m dressing up my spartan uniform with statement necklaces. And I think I see one in formation.