Morning

jimmystagger called last night at around 1:30 AM with an impromptu party invitation, but unfortunately I had already gone to sleep. I was glad to be included though, and didn't mind the call at all. Perhaps next time I'll still be up and about. We morning people sometimes drift off to sleep early.

My dream last night was a long surrealist rendering of an entire evening. Part of it involved being stuck in a kitchen-like room with a person who, in real life, I avoid like Kryptonite. She was prattling on about some photos of her boobs and how it's just impossible to hide the photos; someone always finds them. I found a broken sandal on the floor and finally threw it at her. Cathartic. :-)

Yesterday, sewing. Today, cooking for potluck. Such domesticity. It's a much cooler day than yesterday, better for baking. Off to the store and to my own real kitchen.

Sizing

Since when does a size 6 skirt fit me?

My proportions and size are exactly the same as they were in college, but back the I needed a size 14, for everything. Just now I tried on a skirt I salvaged from the going-out-of-business giveaway that Benjamin and I found in Arlington. It's a size 6 and I didn't expect to get it so much as over my thighs, but it zipped up nice as you please. Clothing sizes are growing bigger around me, and it's just plain weird when you stay the same size while the clothes expand. I still have some "old size 14" garments from the 80s, and they fit neatly. But I swim in a modern store-bought 14, and am into the single digits without having lost an inch. Also, I used to take a size Large for stretch tops and t-shirts. Now it's either Medium or Small. I'm curvy, and I have to wonder where slender women shop, when a "Small" is now this big.

Oh well, the skirt is lovely. Shrug...