By Barbara Falconer Newhall
I discovered a forgotten pair of jeans at the back of my closet the other day. Nice jeans, I thought. I could throw them on for a quick trip to the drug store or the plant store. I tried them on. A perfect fit. They were a size 10.
I did a double take. Wasn’t I a size 10 in high school way back in my mid-century modern days? But that was twenty pounds ago. [Read more...]