Clothing Goal: The Belt

Belt won’t buckle.

First things first. I had my hair cut yesterday to celebrate passing the 20-pound milestone, and I think I lost an extra pound. Awesome. Plus cute curliness. Please do take a moment, however, to appreciate the truth of my upper arms. Hello upper arms. How ’bout you hang around a while?

OK. So. I bought this belt in Jerusalem when I lived there in 1995. It didn’t really fit, even then (hmm… scanning the past few entries makes this “buying clothes that don’t really fit” scenario seem more like a habit than a mistake) but it was being made and sold by an adorable vendor in the Old City and this was the longest strip of leather he had.

Once or twice in the past 10 years, I have tried the belt on with no luck. Now that my jeans are getting too big, though, and I don’t fancy buying new ones until I have gone down a size or three, I dug it out to see if I could do anything with it.

It’s closer to fitting now than it has maybe ever been. If I suck in really hard (and don’t mind it digging into me when I sit in a place as radical as, say, a chair), I can almost buckle into the first hole. It’s my new clothing goal, though, to be able to wear it comfortably. Will update you with progress.

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