The Pink Shoe Diaries

there comes a time in a young woman's life when she says to herself "i can't believe the mailman just saw my breast".

i mean, this happens to everyone right?

here i am in my apartment, still wearing my nightgown which is secretly really a slip that went with an sheer dress i used to own. it is comfy and suits my purposes as far as sleepwear goes.

and i should also mention that everyone else in my apartment building is at work, as evidenced by the complete lack of cars in the parking lot, except for the one belonging to my lazy ass.

so i felt no qualms about going into the hallway to get my mail. but as i leave my apartment, lo and behold the mailman is out there with the mail in hand about to put it away. so i smile and ask him if i can have #3s letters and he looks at me, pauses, and then hands it over.

i thank him and return inside.

a somewhat horrified yelp emanantes from the bathroom a few minutes later when i see, in the cold light of day, and because of repeated washings, my nightgown is not as, um, opaque as it once was.

i'm sure in the semi lit world of nighttime in my apartment, it is barely noticable. but in the bright early afternoon sunlight in my apartment hallway?

i may as well have gone to collect the mail das nudas.

at least i hope from now on I get my Lucky magazine in a more timely fashion!