Speaking of confessions:
The black pants with the magenta lining were worn in public only once. I don't know if I liked the lining better than the delightful beads around the lower edge, or vice-versa. I lost weight and put off alterations until they were just too big to alter. Yet they were in the closet--goodbye pants. Goodbye to what I paid for them.
Now there is a blouse I had to have. It is the most "successful-working-woman" blouse I've seen this year. It also looks very hard to iron and likely to need ironing after one washing. I don't know yet because it's too hot here now to wear it. But I want to look like that at work. If I leave it in the closet, it's clutter. If I never put it on, I won't dare to wear it at some important meeting - for fear it wrinkles too much or does something else like show my bra through the knit part. Fear of blouses! I have to pick a day and just road-test it before I really need it.
I think I'll sign off now before I confess that my blazer still hasn't had the sleeves shortened.
Fear of bad alterations is just as bad as fear of bad mechanics and bad plumbers..
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