O.L.D.

So, when I was a kid my mother insisted on dressing my sister and me up on a fairly regular basis: holidays, first day of school, family dinners, plane rides (don't know why, but to this day I usually look nice on airplanes. exceptions include: I'm too fat to fit back into my jeans or too hungover to figure out how to put my jeans on)

Anyway, that isn't really here nor there except that during these dress-ups I often remember my mother getting dressed first and tucking anything she could find into her tights or underwear (okay, it was mostly shirts being tucked) and then it was our turn. Me first, then my darling little sister. I can safely say we both HATED it and tried to wiggle our shirts out of our undies or tights or horrifically both. It was frightfully uncomfortable and almost always resulted in clothing in some crevasse where no clothing belongs.

FAST FORWARD to now. like today. this morning. I effing tucked my shirt into my tights. It only made sense. SOMETHING had to hold it in the skirt, which has an elastic waistband and the shirt is a little short. I am here to report that this method is TOTALLY working as my shirt has managed to stay tucked in to not only my skirt, but my tights and miraculously there is no wedgie involved. The only slight fail is that I should probably be rocking spanx instead of tights. Worse things have happened, I suppose.

I am OLD. that is all this can mean.