Last week, on a whim, I slipped into a dress that has been hanging out in my closet for about 20 years. This dress, though possibly out of style, is rather sexy. In fact, the one night that I wore this dress was perhaps the one and only time that Tom would not leave my side for even a minute. Perhaps this is the reason that I never could seem to part with it –though I never could seem to get in to it either.
I’m am not exactly sure why I even reached for the dress. Maybe it was the wine. But, when the dress magically fit, I felt all Runner Susan about it and had to take a few pictures. In the event that this dress never fits me again, I’ll have proof that on this particular night it did — not that anyone will care but me.