Yesterday I had what my friend Jess calls an honest conversation. With my clothes. A blisteringly honest conversation.
These things, I’ve found, are never easy.
After my little mid-afternoon, I-pick-up-the-kids-in-two-hours come to Jesus I have to say, I learned a few things.
First of all, when pants do not fit, they are uncomfortable. Not a newsflash, really, but for some reason I had to relearn this. I found a few pairs on the small side that have been hanging in my closet lonely and untouched since the Clinton Administration. I found two post-baby pairs that remind me of nothing but dripping milk. These were the first things to go. Read More »