glut-ton-y, noun: Habitual greed or excess in eating . . . (see also: voracity)

 

Things got a little ugly in my closet this morning when I went to get dressed.  My jeans were angry, my friends.  Very angry.

Further proof that there's nothing new under the sun:  in 1936, women were worried about

pretty much the same things we are.  I'm not sure whether that's sad or comforting . . .

I guess there was just a little too much feasting over the holiday weekend.  But I wouldn't say I really have any regrets.  Given the chance, I'd probably eat it all again.  Today, in fact.

That's why I was relieved to find these helpful hints 

in a 1939 Ladies' Home Journal:

Of course, the obvious thing to do if a dress is too tight is put on one of the more tent-like selections in your closet.  I keep a variety of sizes on hand at all times, in case I encounter just such a post-Thanksgiving emergency.  

And although it probably goes without saying, sweat pants are always your friends. But if you need to look like you still have a bit of self esteem, it would probably be wiser to try some tricks like these:

 

Since I'm not too good with a sewing machine, I'm going to need something even simpler that I can accomplish with a needle and thread, like this:

A simple running stitch around the perimeter 

that I can cinch up nice and tight should do the trick . . . 

but then again, I am pretty good at unpicking . . .

 Happy Back-to-Reality Monday!