Things I learned while writing this post:
1. I don't dress appropriately for the weather.
2. My friends are a very diverse bunch.
3. Some of my friends aren't very nice.
4. I love typing the word "boob".
We were at a lovely party on Saturday night (and yes, I wore the summery skirt with bare feet!) and I totally enjoyed myself. But ever since, I've had a nagging feeling. A poke in the back of my mind. The kind of thing that will drive a person nuts.
A group of us were discussing tattoos. Pete has several, and is planning his next. Natalie just got her first one in March. Dave has none, but is opinionated and loud, so he was part of the conversation. Anyway. I said that if I ever got a tattoo (which is very unlikely), I would want a butterfly, just over my left boob. Or right boob. Doesn't matter. Top of boob. Pete asked why I'd bother, since only Hubby would ever see it there. Before I could respond, one of the others piped up with "What?! Have you never seen her boobs?! Everyone has seen them!" Pete wondered if perhaps I had a compulsive flashing desire, but no. My "friend" said "Think about all her shirts. They're all v-necks, low, and chosen to show off her boobs!"
So. To sum up, my friend thinks I'm a showy slut, with no fashion guidelines other than cleavage baring. It made me wonder....Do I really have no decent shirts? When I'm out of the room, is everyone going "Man, she's got them all hanging out in our faces again." Am I THAT girl? I know I shouldn't let it bug me, but it does. The last 3 mornings when I got dressed, I was very conscious of my cleavage showing/hiding. Argh. I'm going to end up a nun if I don't stop obsessing.