Don’t let these photos fool you, I’ve had a rough week.

These photos were taken last week.

My health hasn’t been cooperating with me lately.

I’m hoping this week was just a glitch in the Matrix and all will be better and brighter next week : )  Fingers crossed.

These white jeans are providing a blank canvas for anything.

In the past I would have said, “Never wear white on the bottom and black on top, it’ll make you look like a Weeble.”

If you know what a Weeble is then you know that they wobble, but they don’t fall down, which is a plus, especially as I get older and don’t want to fall and break a hip, but they aren’t exactly svelte and not a body type I would aspire to.

White normally makes you look larger and black will make you look smaller.

Thus, this outfit might be how you could create a pear shaped body, for those of you that always wanted one.

And I see that is…

ummm…

no one.

Okay then.

I think I avoid the pear look here by wearing heels, having biggish boobs (which can often make me look like a Weeble if I’m not careful) and the floral pattern on the top breaking up the black.

In the past I would have avoided this look because it does add visual weight to my frame.

I’ve been getting into some more relaxed outfits lately that don’t always show my waist.

Is this due to confidence I’ve gained by getting older?

Ha!

NOT.

Or realizing no one is really looking at me so I can kind of wear whatever I like.

Maybe.

 

In the past when I saw older women sporting this look, oversized tunic, very large shapeless tops, I always assumed that they were hiding a big secret under that flowy top and it wasn’t an ice cold, rock hard, six pack if you-know-what-I-mean.

I’ve been called pregnant before in my life when I wasn’t and that I think impacted my psyche forever.  Here is a bit of golden advice…never ever assume someone is pregnant. Trust me on this.

I’ve also been called,

“That short fat gal that helped me yesterday”

by a what seemed like a nice little old lady.  The irony was that I was the one she was telling this to. You see, I was the one that had helped her the day before.  Since I’m no timid wallflower-type I told her outright,

“I’m the short fat one that helped you yesterday.”

Then she proceeded to tell me I wasn’t. Ah it was a stellar day as the hotel concierge as I recall. Memories…

This tunic spotted at Marshals was an impulse buy. I hate when I get sucked into that store. There aren’t any really good thrifting stores near my house but this store is only three minutes away and tempts me far too often I’m ashamed to say.

I took these photos when I was trying to decide if I would keep the tunic or not. Do you ever do that? I often do because sometimes my mirror is a big fat liar!

That is the reason I have had a massive blogger fail in the above photo and tag is still attached.

No worries! I have since removed it.

I’m cheap but I don’t go around advertising it.

At my age that would just be considered gauche and not elegant at all as I’ve been told in the past.

I leave you with this…because it is from one of my favourite movies, but in all honesty, you don’t need a reason to listen to this.

 

 

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