Tuesday, July 16, 2013
the joys of being thinner
Recently the Sober Husband gave me an impromptu piggyback ride. I haven't had a piggyback ride from anyone since I was in college, and it was charming, despite the intended squashing of my joy from a certain child, who said, "Did you just squeal? Seriously?" to me. Certainly this would never have happened when I was significantly larger, and it was delightful.
Clothes shopping has also been much more delightful. I tried on a corset dress at a funky boutique on Haight Street, just pulled off the rack at a store which doesn't carry particularly large sizes, and heard those most delicious of words from the salesman: "You could go down a size, if you want."
Shoes are also more fun. I've taken to wearing stilettos whenever there is the slightest excuse. I previously was under the impression that the reason I couldn't bear to wear insanely high heels was due to my advancing age, but it turned out that once I dropped some weight, my aging feet were game, just like in my twenties.
As well as judging the squealing, the children are not so enthused about their mother nimbly darting about in corset dresses and stiletto shoes. Clearly it is not age appropriate. "Since I'm not employed, I could dress like that every day," I confided to one, who cast me a side eye and sighed heavily.