I was going to title this new personal post as “Blurred selfies in a neat home…”, as some adequate counterpoint to “Blurred selfies in a dusty home, exposed with some pessimism…”, blogged a while ago, but being true that my house is cleaner now, the presence or absence of dust in it does not seem relevant enough to the contents of the post. It is relevant to me for the simple reason that it means more energy and higher spirits available for doing the homely chores (dusting included). I mean, I feel somewhat better; seemingly out of the well I was not long ago.

So here I am again, late at night, trying on skirts and tops after a long bath and a good depilation. Feeling glad that my body still scouts rather well its actual age, or so I perceive.

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Now, instead of lamps, mirrors and mattresses –and dust…–, you may see some of my world-wide stamp catalogues behind me, and a very blurred pic of a kid wearing a shortie skirt similar to mine here. Even if I’m not a kid anymore, I still dare to wear this kind of outfits. (Well… I’ve not worn the top, and I never wouldn’t do it so low publicly, but I’ve worn the skirt some times already –and all ready for many piercing glances, good and bad, and a few catcalls.)

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