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Fear of Falling

The Long and Short of It

I haven’t shopped much lately because my wardrobe is pretty set.  But recently I ordered a long color-blocked cashmere sweater online.  True to its picture, it had wonderful shades of cranberry, lilac and purple.

When I tried it on, it was so long that it could almost be a dress, i.e., it stopped at mid-thigh.  I realized that for someone one-third my age, it would be a dress. 

I thought about whether or not I could get away with wearing it over a pair of leggings, combined with high boots.  So the other night, when we were going to a concert, I tried it on that way in front of a full-length mirror.  I was skeptical, but Peter thought it looked great.  I walked around the house wearing it for a few minutes.  I tried sitting down.  I crossed my legs to see how that felt.

In the end, I couldn’t do it. I added a pair of slim black trousers.  It looked just fine.



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Chuckle. I enjoy your sense of humour. It's a vital attribute as we age, don't you think?

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