I felt a little like Lady Godiva yesterday coming back from the market. I received a box full of dresses from home, and I wore one of two that doesn't require a belt. I went to the market and bought some belts, and rode back sidesaddle due to the complicated nature of my dress (for those of you who are into that sort of thing, it's the 1952 Walkaway Dress from Butterick.) The overskirt billowed, my hair fluttered behind me, my array of shopping bags... nearly inspired me to dig up a thesaurus. I smiled at everyone. It was kind of glorious.
And I more than doubled my wardrobe, an even gloriouser feat.