One dress, no hassle

When I was young, my nona lived with us.  I remember feeling so sorry for her because she only had two dresses. Her every day dress and her Sunday dress. Both were in a tasteful black since at her age she was always mourning someone. Now I envy her the ease of her wardrobe. Since I work out of my home, I have little need to actually have a wardrobe…though there are some in my family who claim that even when I worked outside my home I saw little need to have a wardrobe. But the fact of the matter is that I have one sweatshirt I can wear over everything and it’s big enough to preclude the need for a bra. I wear it every day.  It’s like my own skin I’m so comfortable in it. But don’t tell my sister. It’s things like this that cause her to wonder if we really do share any genes at all.