back in the in shape days i wore almost nothing but sleeveless things (once i think a boss mentioned something about the sleevelessness but i grumbled something about my second amendment rights and finally he got it and laughed and that was that) and then it got to the point in the almost housebound fat days i'd wear only sleeved things, no matter what. and so i had forgotten the feeling of wandering around on a summer evening in a light cotton sundress just barely buttoned and the breeze in my hair on my bare shoulders.
and the thing at the mall still rocks my world.
I remember when I used to be able to buy shirts that fitted, like a silk shirt, and white jeans, riding my honda on a warm summers day, ahhh nice.
Such cool images you project into the recesses of my mind. Its wonderfull to hear your thoughts Liz.
BFG