So you put on your usual garb-for me it's a cami, black, and jeans. Since the cami really isn't appropriate all by itself-for me it's because having the Orclette made certain measurements increase and cami's tend to show off that area-you throw on an old button-up shirt. And then you look in the mirror, decide it makes you look fat, and you tie the ends to reduce the billowiness.
A rather ho-hum outfit, in my opinion, but then you woke up that day not caring.
And you go to have lunch with your hubby. You open the cafeteria door and suddenly all male eyes are drawn to you. You surreptitiously make sure the cami is pulled all the way up. You mentally try to reconstruct what you looked like in the mirror-did you miss something funny? Failing to see what they're staring at, you wait for hubby. You ask him if he likes what you're wearing. He pauses, takes a moment to notice, and his eyes light up. He does indeed.
And you still have no clue what you did that day that you don't do other days.