HAVE YOU SEEN WHAT SOME GIRLS TRY IN THE WINTER TIME? BRRRRR!
Lately I’ve been opening my blogs with a reference to my getting older. I guess instead of fighting it I need to embrace it. Or whatever. I don’t cherish getting older…nor do I relish it, look forward to it, or use it to my advantage.
But I know I suffer from what my parent’s generation and my grandparent’s generation suffered from…what is this world coming to?
I wrote a novel about a woman who goes back in time to 1880. Talk about repression. And men were the ones who not only suppressed but designed the clothing they were forced to wear. I mean, long sleeves and a bustle in 90 degree weather?
I survived the bellbottom years, the polyester years, the shoulder pad years, and the overhalls-with-one-strap-down years. I’ve survived looking at underwear sticking way up over jeans, mini skirts and turban wraps.
But I can’t survive the clothing of…
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