Monthly Archives: July 2011
When I gave notice at my job back in December, I knew that the road to establish myself as an independent contractor would potentially be full of challenges. That I would need to make the effort to find business and let my professional contacts know my new status and availability. That fitting in daily shopping/yoga/flying trapeze/pretending to train for a triathlon/happy hours/10 hours of sleep would require significant use of my time management skills. (Did it ever!). That said, from Day 1, I was very clear about one thing: I needed time off. Continue reading
I don’t know when it happened. I don’t know how it happened. I was not aware that the evolution was slowly, but surely, in progress. Sure, I have changed a lot over the past few years, but I thought I was improving with age??
Apparently not. For whatever reason, I recently became painfully aware of the contents of my
lingerie underwear drawer. Not that it used to rival the Agent Provocateur catalog or anything, but somehow, it now holds the most boring, safe and un-sexy undergarments in existence. Bye bye lace; hello cotton. Push up? More like push down and flatten.
God I’m depressed. Today, cotton t-shirt bras and boy shorts; tomorrow, grannie panties (“control briefs,” according to the picture) and Playtex bras.