I’ve Never Been Called Stylish Before

February 27th looms just ahead on my calendar, bringing to mind a wee factoid regarding the Oscars:  it’s all about the stylish dresses.  When faced with my physical factoids, it is apparent that I would be a nightmare to dress for the Oscars’ red carpet run.  Not only am I short but I’m a perfect Bosc Pear shaped kind of gal.  However, the biggest issue is that I am not a very stylish kind of gal.  It took Mister Soandso a good six months of harping to get me to ditch my wool socks with my Birkenstocks.  I’m still ignoring his rules about belts, btw.  Can you even imagine me pulling off some Versace number available only in a size two?  Um, no. Continue reading

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