I was having so much fun writing this blog and then BLAM! I got hit over the head by a case of the terrible summers. Geez. This all escalated into super badness when my dad went in for a minor procedure and came out with a cancer diagnosis. He was a pretty sick guy before he went in (he has advanced COPD), but lung and liver cancer? Double punch. Not cool. Total fail. 

I was already pretty down this summer—feeling low and blue and not myself. And now I feel down and mad and sad and wreck-tastic. I spent most of the warm months living off boxes of Entenmann’s products (powdered donuts work as a breakfast, lunch, dinner AND dessert!) and green iced tea. Didn’t give myself good fuel. Didn’t do much to calm myself down. So when the dad news hit I was not at my finest. I’m still not there. 

This week I popped back on the twitter during #dittowatch, and I was reminded of how much I dig the world’s fabulous fat girls. It was lovely and distracting to talk about clothes for a few hours. By the time I placed my order for the polka dot dress with the peter pan collar (and the polka dot t-shirt—I’ve been on a dot kick for over a year), I felt good and better and excited and less lonely. The clothes are just the icing on a fabulous cake of fat-tasticness.