October 21, 2014
I think this is the year I break out the 1960s hostess dress for the Thanksgiving feast at my gayboyfriendís house. Itís been lounging in my closet for, what, three years now, never worn for longer than it takes to admire how stunning it looks on, before realizing itís not the most comfortable garment in all the land. Iíd wear it on the trip to his place, for the duration of dinner, paying special mind that if I eat too much Iíll burst its extremely tailored vintage seams (hello, portion control!). And bring a Mrs. Roper muumuu for apres-feast wallowing.