You are wearing a red sweater over your shirt today. Its a very plain burgandy red sweater, I would say it is unisex in appearance.
"She brought me this sweater and told me to put it on today", you tell me. "it was a little coolish in the room this morning".
"That's a nice sweater", I say. "you have lots of nice clothes, if you would just wear them."
(remember, this is an old retired clothing merchant we are talking to. There was a time when the dinner table conversation was about bras and suits and who is a size 16 and who is a size 12. Sadly, it is rare today to see you take any interest in clothing on yourself, or anyone else).
You smirk, "do you know what this sweater is?"
"No", I say.
"I got this sweater at the store down there" (you point out the window).
Ah yes, we went through a phase, soon after you move to the condo, where you regularly went shopping at the Goodwill shop down the street. You especially liked Senior's day, which I believe was Wednesdays, when there was small extra discount for seniors.
"It was so cheap, I had to buy it. But, I looked at the label, and did you know? Its a women's sweater".
"Oh so its a woman's sweater but you decided to wear it anyway?".
"yes" (and you are amused by this)
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"That's' a nice coat you are wearing, really cute", you notice.
I am wearing a new Betsy Johnson walking coat - in navy blue with blossom shaped rose gold buttons and beautiful pink and blue lining.
This observation and comment is noteworthy because of where we have been, and because of the significant improvement toward your old person that the statement represents.
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"We ran into to the lady down the hall today", you tell me. "She is a former stewardess you know and she has quite a wardrobe. She was wearing an A line dress"
An A line dress. Yes, that is the old merchant talking again.
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All attributed to improvements in your mental state, attributed to "our girl", your new PCA
http://seniorfraud.blogspot.com/2015/02/our-girl.html
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