lilac 8 January 2008
Oh the cruelty of age, and a costume you have not worn for over a year. I knew I had grown a paunch before Christmas – the food and everything surrounding Jam and Jerusalem, for example, was too too good to resist and life was sedantary enough before and after that but enough of my excuses – and I did nothing much about it. Today, the belly was hideously exposed, at a costime fitting, in a wedding dress I wear for the Taming of the Shrew which is all the more unforgiving because it is made of VERY SHINY LILAC material. It still fits everywhere else and has kindly just protruded where my tummy is now, which is all too nice of it. The designer loves the fabric and I think there’s little chance of changing the damn thing. I look like I might be 3 months pregnant but as I’m not and I don’t want to start a rumour I can’t even act coy if people wonder that aloud near me. ARGH. It’s sit-ups time and I still don’t think I’ll have enough done in the 2 weeks available to me before I scare the paying public who innocently come to the show expecting a bit of entertainment and not a salutary lesson about overindulgence-and-lack-of-exercise-in-middleage-and-what-it-can-do-to-you. I am off to hunt out my Spanx now and think I may also have to invest in another pair – possibly the attractive ones with a bit of ‘leg’ in them so that the folds of flesh pushed downwards won’t be visible in the lilac monstrosity – it showed up all the knickerlines available to it today.
