It’s been a year of sweatpants. Until Wednesday.
On Wednesday, I was allowed to visit Peter in rehab for the first time since he broke his hip last month. I decided to dress up for the occasion. I chose my nicest slacks and a très chic tunic sweater. I added a long double strand of colorful beads. It felt terrific.
Wednesday was also my birthday. When six neighbors came to my door with birthday treats later that afternoon, everyone commented on my outfit. Especially the beads.
Maybe on my next birthday, I can invite them in.