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In the midst of packing clothes not much used, I came across the closet where my prom dress and my wedding dress were hanging side by side. Now, the prom dress was the subject of a bet between Steve and me, back when I first determined to Do Something about my weight, lo these many years ago; I wagered[1] I would be able to fit into it again, which goal I never yet achieved. Of course I tried it on, and of course it is still too small, by a good margin; no brainer.

But then, moved by the usual sentiments this sort of situation generates, I tried on my wedding dress (silk satin and freshwater pearls, hand-made by

nedlnthred, ably assisted by Kasia; I made the buttons and did the pearl-sewing-on). It is too big, which I knew--but it's too big in the same amount that I'm too big for my prom dress. So in theory, barring what I learned about women's bone structures continuing to grow, it's not that unreasonable a goal.

[1] I can't remember what I wagered. This is lame and vaguely disturbing.