me! me! part deux

At this point I think I should describe Mimi. Mimi is approximately 5'4". She is heavy in a solid way, in a Nebraska or Dakotas way. She wears clothing that would be found in the Women's Career Wear section of a Kohl's Department Store or an anchor store of a "B" or "C" rate shopping mall; JC Penney, Sears, the Carson Pirie Scotts located in lower-tiered markets, etc. On this day she was wearing black pants of a wool/rayon blend. They were definitely lined, because you could hear the swishy swishy sound when she walked. They were easily a size too small and pleated. The pleats were beginning to strain. The waist was so tight, it created a protrusion/shelf/ledge of fat all around the top. Her shirt was a shiny black scoop neck knit. The scoop did not reveal any cleavage but did show some of the tiny moles that spring up on the necks of post-middle aged women (dermatologists call them "tags", I think). The smoothness under her garments suggested heavy duty control top hosiery, full girdle from high on the waist to the knee, full paneled wide strapped brassiere, etc. Atop the knit was the regulation working woman's blazer; forest green, wool/rayon blend, shawl lapels, and black plastic buttons that weren't even trying to imitate horn; just shiny black plastic. The jacket was double breasted, but she wore it open and by anybody's calculations, the buttons and their designated holes would never be in the vicinity of meeting. She wore a yellow gold necklace with a pendant of some sort and a pin on her lapel that looked like falling autumn leaves. Her hair was short; slightly longer on the top, parted in the middle, faded dye job with 1/8 inch of gray roots exposed. She wore wire framed glasses. Her shoes were old school all black Reeboks. You could mistake her for a lesbian. Especially if you're from a coast. Many women in the midwest resemble lesbians. When women in the more rural parts of the midwest begin to age, they cut off all of their hair, stop wearing makeup, gain weight, put on sensible shoes, warm coats, comfortable pants and the like, and get busy resembling lesbians. My mother has worn her hair in a version of the bleached Joe Pesci/Susan Pouter hairdo for a couple of years now. In Chicago, she would look like an old lesbian. In our hometown of Palookaville, she's quite a trendsetter.
Overall, Mimi looked uncomfortable. She labored a bit when she walked. Her torso tended to lean forward in an exaggerated way like she was a pack dog struggling against the weight of the sled. The back of her moved independantly from her front. It looked like it was jostling along, trying to keep up.
Stay tuned.