Someday, some fine day, I will live that life. I will, dammit.

When you do, expect me to invite myself over.

I want the life that came with A Constant Wife. Not the adultery bit, but the amazingly lovely and well-put together suits and dresses and hats and amazing colors and Art Deco creeping into the Old World....

I could easily do a life from The Wings of the Dove. Without, you know, fleecing a dying heiress.

Today I'm wearing khaki pants that the last time I tried on I couldn't wear because they were SKIN tight! They fit now!

Wheee!

I'd love to pull off Dior New Look, but I don't have enough curves. My measurements are all within a few inches of each other.

Totally. Well, I have boobs, so that much is okay, but my waist and hips are pretty much a straight (okay, kind of a bumpy) line.

Maybe I just want to be Not!Me.

But You!You is a lovely, breathtaking, and incredibly generous woman. I'd bemoan the loss of the current version of juliana.

I'm just a column lookin' for curves.

Bwah!

I'd love to pull off Dior New Look, but I don't have enough curves. My measurements are all within a few inches of each other.

Maria is me. I'm just a column lookin' for curves.

Maria and ChiKat are me. When deciding which of the three or so basic styles available to me for my garb, HouseMum won me to the one I chose with the word "slimming." And on looking at a mockup in the mirror, it even implies curves!

Oh, and a batcave full of VCC~ma to Jilli.

Then who would be juliana? Someone has to, or the world grows more pointless.

I think what I want, secretly, is the life -- or part of it -- that comes with a Victorian day dress. Like, afternoon calls. And being driven somewhere in a carriage. And having a big late afternoon tea. And, you know, a maid.

I don't bother with the "secretly." Or the singular maid. I want cooks and gardeners and maids.

Although I'm not too sure about the afternoon calls...I had to do that at our first posting: leave the calling card, be escorted to the parlor by the butler, chat over drinks/tea and tiny bites of tasteless food. It was fun to do intermittently for a couple years, but it was ultimately like role-playing.

VCC~ma to Jilli! (Can the Californista put in a rec?)

VCC ~ma to Jilli, since I forgot earlier. Lots of it!

Although I'm not too sure about the afternoon calls...

In my version, though, it's only people I really like, and know. And we chat and laugh like always when we get together, we just do it in better clothes.

VCC~ma to Jilli! (Can the Californista put in a rec?)

I have no idea. I'll be talking to a recruiter/HR person on Friday about 'job opportunities with VCC'. Eeep!

In my version, though, it's only people I really like, and know. And we chat and laugh like always when we get together, we just do it in better clothes.

Yes, this is good. And if you combine it with the lavish afternoon tea, it's splendid!

And it's hard on 11:00, so I'm for bed. ~ma of all kinds!

The bathroom was where it was suggested I pump when I came back from maternity leave. I promptly asked my boss if she was going to bring her lunch into the adjoining stall and eat there with me.

good on you, Aimee. In California at least I thought they were legally obliged to provide you with a private place to pump that *wasn't* a toilet. Don't know how that translates to testing one's blood sugar. Can you test at your own desk?