So, a little more invasive that I like to be. A very austerely dressed women outside Cathédrale St George as mass came out and the faithful mixed with the tourists...
When I stopped rating her legs, I moved to the guy's pants and realised I'm still into Levi 501s with 'normal' width; I had better move back to my 50s mode and go drainpipe again! 14" bottoms required minor foot surgery, but then I was always skinny and supple - still skinny but the physical suppleness has gone like it never existed - so I got away without the cuts. But the then old, sacrificial jeans didn't: had a mother willing and able enough to use her
Singer on my youthful behalf. And then later, in the 60s, my wife did similar 'adjustments' and creations for me. I had a wonderful claret velvet cloak that she constructed from old curtains that I sometimes wore to parties (the cloak, not the curtains). Strange how normal it all felt, but how we now seem to have reverted to the pre-60s prison of conformity and subliminal fear of what others may think should drift from respecting the wider norm be apparent.
Maybe the pony's the last shout before the other curtain.
;-)
Rob
