Wrap dresses are among those items I always have to try on. Some make me look way better than I deserve, and some make me look worse than even my body image demons had tried to tell me I look.

Thanks, Wind. My housemate seems to have come down with one--at least, she's hitting the bathroom every hour, it seems. She'd better contribute a little more to the toilet paper fund.

I am learning to embrace the curves.

I'm wearing a wrap shirt today (AIFG), and I adore it. But my tummy and my ass don't need anything clinging to them. Nope.

Relatedly -- I was mentally grumbling this morning that, for the past 3 or 4 weeks, the scale has not moved from the 10-12 pounds I've lost (I'm not sure exactly how much, b/c I can't distinguish those teeny hash marks on the scale dial). So I pulled out the measuring tape. I've lost about 2 inches on my waist and 1 or 2 on my bosom and 1 on my hips.

So -- right on! I'll take it. My waist/hip differential is *still* 11-12 inches. Like I said -- CURVY.

Happy Birthday, Cash!

Yay for marrying Jars! Have a wonderful day.

Yo, Bitches, guess who has a 'puter again?!?!

(we had some very interesting conversations, though)

Happy birthday, Cashmere!

Happy wedding, Jars!

Happy Friday the 13th, Jilli!

I was at Lane Bryant about a month ago, shopping for something for the wedding I went to two weekends ago. I found this satiny top that I really liked, and I actually I ended up buying it. But, I didn't wear it, because what the sales girl said about me in it stuck in my head too much. She said I was straight down in the front, and I needed something to break that up (so, we added a belt). Um. I am SO not straight down. And the shirt is going back.

I need a mathy person.

Aimee no understand Algebra today.

I have a wrap dress that I love. I'm a squat column with a big, undefined waist and proportionately smaller hips/butt. It clings in the rack area (good) and makes me look like I have a waist (which I don't). Then, it drapes past my hips/butt and does not cling.

Well, I figured out where my job~ma went awry. My sister just got offered a job that she really wanted and needed. Her same org, but a much more career-building position. Though I'm convinced she'll rock at it, she really didn't have quite the experience they were looking for, but applied and interviewed on her boss's recommendation. So it's really a big sign of faith in her that she got it, which she needed. (Frankly, my ego is more up to the hit, no matter how it might seem when I'm moping around her.)

(Got another interview call this am though, so I'll be reclaiming that ~ma for the next little while.)

Happy birthday, Cashmere!!!