A Discussion of Life, Femininity and the Canadian Way.

Welcome to the project, Between the Ribs. I was guided to write the title and to add this section to my blog. I was guided in my color and font choices for the title, and even the surtitle.

I'm not sure what it all means. I don't know what it will be. I think it's going to become a place for commentary on the plight incredibly fulfilling life of the 40-something divorcee.

Today it's what to wear. How do you dress when you're twenty-five years old in your heart? And 17 in your maturity? ;)

And the truth is those are varicose veins, and that is cellulite and the boobs - well let's just say you need a bra. In your swimsuit. And pyjamas. And two at the gym.

One inside the shower might help too, especially if there are mirrors within sight.

But thankfully your vision is going too, and the fog on the mirror acts like a giant photoshop blur, giving you the Doris Day Filter effect.

My new dress code is comfort, comfort, comfort; flattering in cut and color; practical to move in; and washable. I'm pretty hard on my clothes. But I'm always comfortable, and that's the payoff of middle age: I no longer give a sh*t.  ;)

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