...if you shop like I do.
Work-worthy sleeveless tops from JCPenney. They were on sale for a certain price, but they rang up at an even more reduced price. Plus, I used my Penney's card for an additional 15% off that day. Soon they were going to be paying me to take them off their hands. I exaggerate: I did not buy them in every color -- only three of six available colors. But that's only because they didn't have the other colors in my size, and, well, one of the colors was magenta, which really looks quite hideous on me and, when I see it in clothes, makes me want to vomit. I'm an equal-opportunity color-lover except when it comes to magenta and neons. (Although I can tolerate them in small doses -- very small doses -- such as in prints. And magenta flowers? I'm all about it.)
May I also take this opportunity to mention, in a separate but related topic, that it's nice getting older. When I was young, I was far too self-conscious of my arms to go sleeveless. And I am a sweater. No, I am not a cardigan or a pullover -- I am a person who SWEATS. So going sleeveless, especially in these days when we are all trying, or should be trying, to cut back on air conditioning, is a great option. And not going sleeveless, when you are indeed a sweater, and inevitably end up with large sweat rings on your garment under your arms, regardless if the temperature is 40 below or 100 above, is not a good look. It's a good thing that as I've gotten older, I don't care that my arms are as big as a man's, or that I have some extra fat and cellulite, or that I'm pale. Screw it. I don't have the perfect body, but I'm fit enough, and healthy.
Several months ago, I was working out at the gym with Abigail. I of course was sweating, A LOT, as I do. And Abigail was bothered by the fact that I had a sweat mark somewhere near one of my nipples. She said, "That's an unfortunate location for sweat to show," and I'm quite sure she wanted a) me to cover it up, and b) to not let anyone know that she was with me. God, I can remember being like that. I'm sooooooo glad that phase is over. What a trivial, trivial thing to worry about.
It's so freeing. Another good reason for being over 45.
One hundred and fifty posts this year. Two hundred eleven nonstop since November 1, 2007. I guess I'm on a roll, and I like it.