Trousers should stay up
Trousers should stay up. Who knows what part of my anatomy will need a sewing intervention next. It took me far too many years to develop successful interventions on my cleavage (or more specifically, how to cover it without strain lines - even tent dresses require alterations). Ageing seems to be about parts of my body migrating south. I can now see exactly how fat ankles come about, and no doubt that is a joy in store for me once I sort out keeping trousers in the right place. I think back five years, even three, and I don't recall walking down corridors hitching my trousers back above my belly. Or stopping in my office to hike my waistband back up to where it should live. There is no positive behaviour management system for my body, or not one I'm looking for right now. This is not a zone for discussing exercise. Or spanx. I'm not that kind of feminist . So, I'm back in maths mode this afternoon, thinking about where the ten...