My sympathetic status, you will be glad to know, remains intact, although it is both less mod and less Nesbitty than I thought. The other skirt, a black-and-green plaid, almost-fits, in that way full skirts have where they just sit a little lower on one's hips than if they actually fit. So that'll do. I suspect that my choice of this skirt makes it very clear that I came of age in the '90s, in that it is a bit grunge or at least post-punk, but I'm not going to any particular length to pretend I am some other age anyway.
The dress...I am still thinking about the dress. It's a summer sundress, and -- well, I think
(Wah!)
All this would be easier if I didn't care about clothes, but I do. (Not about fashion. About my clothes.) On the other hand, I am absurdly pleased with the two skirts, and I wouldn't be if I didn't care about clothes.
Anyway, back to hockey stories and Spinoza, consecutively, not concurrently.
*The UPS man. Oh, how she hates him.