1. Everything’s still got to be fitted. Covered up can be good, especially if I want to discourage people from trying to engage my cleavage in direct conversation, but I have to keep it figure-hugging or I look like a floating head atop a giant, unhappy lady.
2. I will only wear flats if I’ve sprained my ankle. Most of my heels are only 2-3″ so sashaying and trotting are still realistic goals. My feet have been disfigured by years in heels so like a chubby ballerina I am permanently on pointe. In flat shoes I’m now actually less stable, both physically and emotionally.
3. Trousers must be high-waisted with just the right amount of stretch. Too much elasticity and I’m accidentally in leggings, too little and I lose the neat, retro look. I wear high-waisted everything, including underwear, because I refuse to live in fear of the muffin top. Remember when a muffin top was something to be savoured not ridiculed? I miss those days. Now eating a muffin is just too poignant to be enjoyed.