Boo!

It's that time of year again - time to contemplate Halloween.  Eeek!

Herself has an idea for her Halloween costume; unfortunately, she is at the moment having a wee bit of difficulty. Or rather, two slightly-more-than-medium-sized difficulties.  She had ordered a garment necessary for the costume, and once it arrived, she tried it on only to discover that there is absolutely no way that her cleavage can be properly ensconced in the garment.  There is too much of her. Or not enough of the garment. Or both. 

She is trying hard not to succumb to the despondency that such an event so often triggers: the "I'm fat" melancholy that is never far away.  She realizes she'll never be tiny, waiflike, or even thin; all the same, she still can't quite come to terms with being a tad Rubenesque.  Alas.  

She's a bit stymied at the moment; hopefully, though, she can pull the proper attire together and make her costume come to fruition. We shall see.