Friday, October 7, 2011

Wow! I didn't recognize you!

Hey, miss me? Me too. I've been away on the bizness, part of which was a conference at which I saw a whole lot of people whom I hadn't seen in a thousand years. That is what conferences are for. You know.

A lot of people at this conference commented the likes of "Lady Cardigan? I almost didn't recognize you!" Or, "Wow. You look great. Not that you didn't look great before..."

My colleague asked me how I felt about that sort of thing, and the truth is that I feel weird about it. Weird. And I've been trying to put my finger on exactly why.

I mean, it's nice when people say nice things. And, hey, I write a BLAWG about CLOTHES so I damn well better be aiming to please, right?

But, and I know I sound ridiculous, but I almost don't want people to notice. Because noticing means...noticing. And just to be extra clear on this pile of terrified crap, it means that people will also notice should I regain all that damn weight. Blergahatightttwzzouasyg.

It's terribly embarrassing to admit this. That's all I'm gonna say on the subject.

In other news, I ate like a growing teenage boy all week (right down to being tempted to buy a box of cereal and a carton of milk at the cvs) (I didn't). However, I did not resist the totally worth it totchos (tater tot nachos). I'm not weighing in for a week so I can get things back in order.

In other other news, I really dug choosing my favorite past outfits and just wearing them this past week without a single extra minute of choosing and thinking.

That is all my friends. Happy Friday to you!


  1. don't ever leave for that long again... sniffle.

  2. It seems that no matter how "together" I try to be, whenever someone pays me a compliment ("Wow, you look great in that shirt!") I immediately want to ask "Did I not look great before? What was wrong?" which, of course, makes me sound like a needy, nerdy, nitwit with no sense of my own self-worth. I am. Damn!