This morning I put on a wonderful suit that I haven't been able to wear since 1986. I didn't actually wear the suit to work because I don't have a blouse that matches, but still, it was pretty exciting to zip up the skirt on a suit that has been languishing in the cedar chest for 23 years.
It's a terrific suit: 100 percent wool, rich rusty brown, classic lines and timeless style. Last spring I took it out of the cedar chest, had it dry-cleaned, and hung it in a highly visible spot in my closet to act as inspiration, and I've been trying it on about once a week all winter. Now that it finally fits, I'll need to buy a blouse so I can wear it before the weather turns too warm. That will be my weekend challenge: find a wonderful blouse so I can wear my wonderful suit.
And then I'll work on getting into another treasure from the cedar chest: the Black Watch kilt skirt I bought in Ontario in 1984 (fits in the waist but not in the hips--yet). It hangs in my closet like a flag waving me on: "Get up off your buns and go for a walk!" it says, and if I obey often enough, one of these days I'll be able to wear it.
2 comments:
Congrats! You're the incredible shrinking professor.
Ah, the thrill of once again fitting into one's favorite clothes! Please get new shoes while you're at it, ok?
Congrats!
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