On a completely unrelated note: I was browsing through my mother’s library (former guest room) today and saw a familiar-looking garment hanging in the closet. It was a gorgeous dress Mom got me when I was about twelve. It is actually the kind of dress you could marry in — cream satin, with elaborate lace braid and trimmings and gauze and pearl beads etc. It is truly a sight to behold.
And I tried it on and IT STILL FITS. A few inches shorter than it had been, perhaps (knee-length now), but it zips all the way up and I can move without even worrying about busting the seams. It fits like I bought it yesterday.
No wonder people keep mistaking me for a high school freshman.