This post is coming quite a bit later than I originally thought it would. Shortly after returning home from a weeklong trip to see my family and celebrate my dad’s eightieth birthday, I came down with COVID. Up until that point, I had escaped the virus for 3.5 years, but my luck finally ran out. …
Summer used to be my favorite time of year in terms of getting dressed. For years, all I wore during the summer months were dresses and skirts, and I felt comfortable, attractive, and cool (temperature-wise) in my assortment of such garments. I eagerly anticipated the beginning of the summer weather, and I lamented the return …
My Wardrobe, Myself 