the mysteries of body composition

This morning, a denim jumper failed to zip up the back. The jumper in question is a size 10, and only the most forgiving of size 10 garments are fitting me at this point. I'm not upset at all...and that's not the interesting bit. See, I wore that jumper for the Circle of Stones ritual back in mid-June. At that time, it didn't exactly zip easily, but it zipped. Well, huh.

It fit my hips and belly just fine both times -- no big change there. What's changing is the measurement around my ribcage. ( possible TMI )

amazingly important

News flash from my Pandora playlist for Brick House Radio: There are three Christina Aguilera songs I like. One of her first releases, Come On Over, is great bubble-gum boogie fun. Her most recent single, Ain't No Other Man, compels me to turn up the volume and chair-dance in my car to a degree that embarrasses princessboredom beyond comprehension. And somewhere in the middle was her contribution to the Lady Marmelade remake on the soundtrack for Moulin Rouge. Everything else? Crap.

That is all.