I had opened my window last night and when I awoke this morning my room was a chilly 53 degrees. Karen and I had planned on walking, but with a temperature of 17 degrees, and windy, we decide to skip it.
Around ten, I leave my house and walk the mile to my eye doctor’s office. The cold, which I always love, is brutal because of the wind. But still it feels healthy. The lasik surgery I got in 2000 has not deteriorated as my vision is still 20/20 in both eyes, although I do need reading glasses. My pupils are dilated, as part of the routine check-up, and I leave wearing dark sunglasses. As soon as the outside light hits my eyes, I am barely able to see.
I need to return something at Bloomingdales so I stop by after my visit to the doctor’s. As I'm leaving the store, I spot a dress that would not have caught my eye three months ago. It’s a form-fitting-very-tight-dress with a square neckline by Roberto Cavalli. It’s sexy. It’s a zebra striped print. And I hope it looks as good on as it does off.
I try it on, and am surprised by how nice I look in it. Even from the back. I’m thinking I could maybe wear it: to the Horace Mann Benefit in May, a reunion of sorts that I may go to in September in Boston, and on a date (if I ever have one again). It also packs well, is good for any season (it’s mostly cotton-with some spandex), can be dressed up or worn down, and is priced reasonably. My mother is always telling me to dress more sexily, and this is definitely a sexy dress.
But my pupils are still dilated and I’m not seeing all that clearly so I need to be sure. I step out of the dressing room, and the saleswoman immediately tells me how much she loves the dress on. But because she is, after all, my saleswoman, I search further for assurance. A youngish man happens to be mulling around, so I ask him. “It fits beautiful,” he says. (You mean beautifully, I want to say but don’t). I’m so thrilled with his answer.
The dress makes me feel good. It reminds me of how I used to look. It tells me that my shape is coming back. It says I can be sexy again.
I come home and eat a few seedless grapes for lunch.
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