It's just easier......

to be thinner......

I know, I know, it's not a news flash.
Yet, sometimes I am so struck by this thought that I find myself completely in awe of it.
Naturally, being thinner comes with lots of perks and advantages.
But, I'm not going to list them here.
Listen....I don't have all day.
(hell, I don't even have this moment....I'm hijacking it from my Saturday duties!)

Today I am talking about the fashion aspect of being thinner.

Maybe it's just me....but I swear.....figuring out what to wear doesn't take nearly the amount of angst as it used to. Will those black pants fit? I need to find a jacket to cover up my ass! I better wear amazing jewelry so that people don't fixate on my hips!

Sure, on a daily basis, getting dressed can be a real pain the ass---especially since my closet is filled with multiple sizes--many of which just don't fit me. (no time to clean closets out lately!)
But, things ease up quite a bit in the deciding-what-to-wear arena when it comes to weekend wear.
And that's a benefit that I'm very happy about at this very moment.....
Because I do not have a second to spare today.....no, no, not one second....

You see, this weekend, in addition to my Saturday duties and commitments, we are also scheduled to attend 4....yes...1-2-3-4....parties. Three of them are family graduation parties and one of them happens to be the one I'm most thrilled about---a party at Rene's.
I know I've talked about Rene before. Rene is my dear, classy and oh-so-artsy talented college roomie who I had the priviledge of luring to Pittsburgh a few years back by hooking her up with one of Carmen's colleagues. I had just about enough of her living away from me for 25+ years---I was ready to get her into Judiland. So, I did what any respectable friend would do--I found her a man. Now, they are happily married and living in a dreamy castle about 20 miles up the road.
Going to a party at Rene's and spending time with her has always made me smile. Even when she lived umpteen miles away. She's an amazingly talented hostess, an incredibly creative decorator and a top notch cook. And, she is just a doll. Plus, she oozes class like no other. Hell, that girl had class in college. Sunday hangovers always looked much better on her---she always topped her bleary eyes with a tilted red wool beret and a pair of Hollywoodesque sunglasses. Sometimes she'd even put a jaunty brooch on her beret--especially if she needed just a wee bit of extra sparkle to off-set a rum-infused palor.
So, needless to say--I am extremely thrilled to have a Rene party as part of my weekend.
But, what this means is---I gotta look the part.
I have to be totally honest here--Rene will make a huge fuss when she sees me.
She always does.
And, of course, I will squeal with delight when I lay eyes on her as well.
I just know she will have on amazing shoes.
She just gets a thrill out of fashion.....
Sure, I can bring her a bottle of superb wine but that wouldn't get her nearly as excited as having me show up in a kicky ensemble set off with some fun baubles and some sweet shoes.
So, as far as I see it---it's my duty as her friend to make sure I get it right....


Given all of this--I've been thinking about what I will wear all week long.
But, don't cry for me--I was more than happy to preoccupy my thoughts!
Since there's no many other shit things I have to think about.
I guess you can say that Rene and fashion got me through the week.
I just can't wait to tell her that.....

I hope I don't forget my camera so I can show you just what I picked out for my party weekend......