Most of the time as a “retiree” (excuse me while I laugh into my coffee), I have no need to wear anything other than the sloppiest of casual clothes.
However, I’m not (yet) a hermit and there are those times
when I must face the public. I would like to do so in something other than my
20-year-old halfway decent fashions.
But shopping for clothes is no longer the fun past time that
once showed off my bargain finds, demonstrating fashion sense for mere cents.
I have … ahem … “matured.”
While I enjoy the added wisdom of my mental maturity, I do not appreciate my
body’s insistence on keeping up with my bulging brain.
However, I will not soon again don a mini-skirt (stop laughing! I once rocked 'em ... and yes, young’uns,
you are simply regurgitating our '60s-revolutionary style) … I would, though,
like to find something “in my size”
in our department stores.
