Posted on Oct 14, 2015 in Style
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WE HAVE FIVE DAYS LEFT TILL THE WEDDING BELLS. Five days. And I had not addressed the issue of a girdle. At some point in my 50’s, my fanny decided to migrate to the front. Now I sport a “menopot.” It was time for the Dreaded Ladies With Tape Measures at the department stores. Since it’s been literally years since I have investigated foundation garments, my memories were not pretty. Garter belts, things called “control panels,” and...