Midlife fashion

Oh, a little over a year and a half ago I had a certain body part removed that at my age I no longer need, since it was causing me some painful problems on a regular (monthly) basis. (Not too veiled of a reference, I agree.) Because of the problems I was having, it was a phenomenally great decision. (Not to mention my brilliant surgeon - my recovery was days, not weeks.) But it did induce certain, and unpredictable, changes that women of a certain age invariably endure.

At first, I would be unaware of the event even taking place. It was quite interesting when I was sitting in the stands at a basketball game, and stand up to cheer, and notice the back of my pants were slightly more "humid" than when I had arrived. Nothing too annoying or noticeable. Just a wee bit...damp. As the months have progressed, so has the irregularity of my internal thermostat. It reminds me somewhat of a toddler, finally tall enough to reach a switch or a dial, and can't keep their hands off. Hot, cold, just fine. And the toddler never sleeps. Just play, play, play all day and night with the dial... sigh...

So fashion choices for this season of life are interesting. Especially as I head out to potential employers for interviews. What appears to be nervous moisture on my forehead is really nothing more than a purely hormonal reaction. I really want to wear a jacket to my interviews - being professional and such. I just worry about my favorite little toddler turning the dial as I expound upon the virtues of my work habits and experience, and they'll think I'm trying to pull the wool over their eyes when the sweat starts to bead on my upper lip. And as the weather has turned convincingly towards fall this week, the sleeveless option really isn't much of an option anymore.

So, even though I must stand strategizing in my closet much longer that my sensibilities can stand, the decision to have the offending body part summarily cast off still brings me joy.