Sometimes, I think there is something comforting about walking out fully covered, w/ no distinction between myself and any other woman. Hubby and I went to dinner at a nice restaurant this evening, so I was dooded up in a dress, make-up and jewelry. After dinner we went for a walk through the old town of Winchester, were only foot traffic is allowed. We’re strolling through and some women looks at me and yells “Nice dress!”, I couldn’t tell if she was complimenting me or being sarcastic. I immediately looked at hubby and asked if my dress was really outlandish or something. It amazed me, how quickly I was willing to over-ride my own feelings (I love the dress and it is a bit colorful) on the matter of my fashion sense.