Dearest P,
I only wish our search for the most sublime outfit yesterday had resulted in what I discovered today was the perfect outfit for the children’s book publishing party at their school: a tennis dress. I must confess one must have the figure for such a look, and unfortunately this mother did. I do fear the little problem I have with the size of my arms (not to mention the unsightly wiggles) would preclude even a real flirtation with the look. The real point, however, is that it was clear this mother had just come, just that moment, from a rousing game of tennis. It was, frankly, much the same look theoldballandchain has nearly every afternoon.
Apparently, there are people with so little else on their plate that they are able to skip off and play and play to their heart’s content. When I noticed a nanny whisk the child out of the gymnasium and on to afternoon activities, I nearly cried tears of joy. I think we could be friends, this mother and I. I must confess, however, that I find a more discrete approach to one’s pleasures a necessity. Tennis dress, maybe, but at least make a show of chauffeuring Jr. home before asking the nanny to take over.
Well I’m off to find a tennis outfit (although I don’t play) that’s much more like a full body scuba suit. It may not have the same effect as said mother’s display of skin but one must keep trying in this town, after all.
Faithfully,
C.
