Not the lovely lady in the above picture.
She’s got a waist.
But I don’t.
My waistline is gone.
Or at least gone missing.
I made this startling discovery while shopping for a rehearsal dinner dress for Laura’s fastly approaching wedding.
“You need to show off your waist,” the bride-to-be announced.
This is her standard line, no matter the occasion.
While they admire the spirit of the sixties, Laura’s generation seems to live in fear of anything that shouts baggy or comfortable.
Daughter Kath is wont to add, when I’m with her, “That dress needs a belt.”
Bu the other day in the dressing room, anything with a waist was an immediate two thumbs down.
I looked like a teddy bear in a party dress.
I’ve put on a few pounds, but this feels different.
My wedding rings now twirl on my finger. My chin is still pointy.
It’s all migrated to my middle.
Weight gain about the midsection.
How many times have I read that?
Dr. Oz says it’s related to the drop in estrogen. There goes the E word, again.
Another woe of menopause.
Can a missing waist be found?
I’m in need of encouraging words!
Photos: The lovely painting is from the cover of The Women’s Home Companion, November, 1929. My bear is wearing a vintage Shirley Temple doll dress. She wants the blogosphere to know that she is very happy with her waist (or lack thereof) and has no body issues or concerns about menopause.