Wednesday, January 2, 2008

Victoria's Little Secret

One Saturday morning several years ago, our doorbell rang very early. It seems that the cute, single woman who was the house guest of our neighbors, had locked herself out of the house. What struck me was how she was dressed. She had darling house shoes, beautiful sexy pajamas and a silk robe. I quickly compared my own "evening attire" of a t-shirt and underwear to her ensemble. Needless to say, I came up short and felt a bit shabby.

When the neighbors came back home, I asked her if her visitor always looked that good. She smiled, ruefully, and said that she had gotten to see quite a collection of feminine nighttime attire and she found herself paying more attention to her own choices for what she wore at night. I confessed that her appearance at my doorstep had caused me to take a step back with an appraising eye at myself and I realized that I needed to shape up. And that lasted for about 6 months. I have gradually slipped back into something comfortable that would never be found on the pages of Victoria Secret. Hmmm, the Victoria's Semi-Annual Sale starts tomorrow. I think I need another house call...

1 comment:

Jerri junque said...

I just wanted to send you New Years Wishes and Dreams. I enjoy reading your blog and reading all you stories. We have all slipped into to the nightie comfort zone, saying this while sitting here in my gown with more holes in it than swiss cheese, and my hubbys thick hunting socks, and I believe there is a hole in them as well. Just to let you know how I relate.
Love you and miss you,