I'm highly entertained by the notion of you in fluffy skirts and wide cincher belts, but still able to kill people with your pinky.
A couple weeks ago I was hauling my krav gym bag into the centre, with the headgear attached to the outside, and wearing the black fluffy skirt and granny boots. One of the students looked at me and said "I like the combination." All I could think was "Oh, wouldn't my mother be proud?"
I haven't worn the cincher out with that skirt, but I have worn it with an ankle length forest green broomstick skirt and a light sweater with a keyhole neckline. I liked it.
Oo, lovely stuff, Jilli.
And JZ, don't worry, you'll have the figure again one day. For now, just sit back and enjoy the ride.
Unless you've actually turned into a beach ball (and I think Hec would have told us), you do so have the shape for that skirt.
Not a beach ball, but I'm massively bustier than I used to be and my waist has kind of disappeared; anything with a well-defined waist looks kind of bunchy and wrong. Right now I'm wearing an empire-waist dress with a deep V neckline, and I look about 8000% better than I did yesterday in a fitted-waist skirt that still fits but no longer flatters, not even a little.
So, you know, if you should run across any Gothic Regency dresses, I might be inclined to give them a look.
eta: I'm trying not to flip out too much about the body changes; it's just weird to have all these clothes that still fit but suddenly just look wrong, and all this stuff that used to look like ass on me and is suddenly exactly right. The morphing body, she is odd.
Unless you've actually turned into a beach ball (and I think Hec would have told us), you do so have the shape for that skirt.
Not a beach ball. A fertility statue? Yes. Pornstar boobies? Yes. She went from between B-C cup, to Double D. She pokes at them a lot in amazement.
So, you know, if you should run across any Gothic Regency dresses, I might be inclined to give them a look.
Okay. (I think the Seattle Gothic maternity wardrobe is currently claimed by someone, but I'll check with the other half of the hivemind.)
Try not to flip out at all, if you can. Oh, and my advice is to get yourself a good shea butter cream to keep away the stretch marks. I managed to avoid them completely, and I am crediting the cream for that one.
I managed to avoid them completely, and I am crediting the cream for that one.
You can, but sadly, research has pretty well shown that it's a genetic predisposition and creams won't do much more than soothe the itching.
Not that I'm bitter.
Not that I'm bitter.
I'll sit over there and be not bitter with you.
grumbles at Mustela bill
I think the Seattle Gothic maternity wardrobe is currently claimed by someone, but I'll check with the other half of the hivemind.
Yay!
All day today I've had little Trinny and Susannah voices nattering away at me every time I pass a mirror or reflective surface.
"Stop saying it's not your style? Why isn't it? Look at it - you look six inches taller and GLAMOUROUS! Do you remember yesterday's outfit? Dumpy! Stump-legged! Squat! All tits! Stop whining and just wear what we tell you!"
Stretch marks -- ehn. I've had stretch marks on my boobs since they had their first real growth spurt when I was 17. Already lived with 'em for 20 years, I can stand a few more.
