There are lots of discussions these days about reinventing yourself. What the heck does that mean? Is there something wrong with me the way I am? Am I boring? Is my life dull? Madonna reinvents herself all the time and has since the beginning of her career. Is she different upon each reinvention, or is it a marketing ploy? Jlo reinvents herself. She's always the good 'ole gal from down the street, but she's a mogul with multiple images. Is she reinvented or marketed? Both, I suspect.

With the publication of the book I've written, I've reinvented myself. I'm still my old self, but there is a side coming out of me that has been left unattended for quite some time. TJ Corman, the author, is more the way I used to be when I was a younger woman. She's a bit cheeky. She pushes the limit a bit. She dresses in sexy clothes and feels hot (literally and figuratively). She is having fun.

These days, I apply red lipstick with utter abandon, something I used to wear all the time. It was part of my signature look. Then I stopped wearing it for years. Ginny, the main character in my book, is concerned that red lipstick makes her look older. I thought that for a long time too, but I'm over it now. I'm back to wearing red lipstick, and I love it. It doesn't make me look old. It looks great, and I feel vibrant with it on. I had forgotten how red lipstick made me feel – sexy, confident, beautiful. So I'm slapping it on daily now and reinventing myself.

I've also found my closet again. I love clothes, bold looks and bling. Black and red and white are my signature colours. I've often said that my entire world is like that old joke from when we were kids, "What's black and white and red (read) all over?" A newspaper is the answer. But really, it's my world. My dog is black and white, and my car is black and white, with red seat covers. Almost all my clothes are those three colours. I've strayed to other colours, but I've reunited with my standards, and I'm happy about it.

I've also started to "shop my closet." It's a jungle in there. I've recently been reorganizing it, transitioning from summer to winter clothes, changing hangers to those skinny velvet ones that use up less space. So, now there is more room for more clothes. NO. Not for me. I'm shopping in my closet. I have clothes in there that I've never worn. Embarrassing. 

As I confessed to you earlier, I've been caught wearing my pyjamas all day long, so some days I get dressed up just for the fun of it. I do my hair and apply that red lipstick. I'm becoming that young lady who used to live in the city (I live in the country now). I was horrified one day when I realized things had changed for me. I wore something to the grocery store that I wouldn't have worn gardening when I lived in the city. And, of course, I ran into someone I hadn't seen in a long time. I felt slovenly and unstylish. I'm over that now. I'm definitely reinvented or rediscovered and on my way to something new. What once was old is new again.

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That's it for now. Have yourself the best day. I'll speak to you again next Sunday.

I have a love-hate relationship with the brassiere. I think a bra can be pretty and sexy, but I can't wait to take it off at the end of the day. Sometimes my bras are strewn around my living room. Not because Husband finds me irresistible (although he does), but because I often take my bra off while watching TV. I fling it in his direction so he can have a sniff. He loves that part. My bras lay around my living room because I often go braless. So, if I tore one off yesterday and left it on the couch, it is probably still there today. The one I wore the day before might be there too. Because I'm inherently lazy and probably didn't pick it up or put it back on.

I have a whole drawer full of bras in various colours, styles, and purposes. I even have matching panties for some of them. A bra can make you feel so good – sexy to the point that you can hardly wait for your partner to touch it and rip it off you, especially if it's one of those bra's that let your nipples peek out. I love those! They drive men mad, and that sort of reaction can make a woman feel powerful. 

The bra-see-ay can be sexy, ordinary, a workhorse, strapless, cupless, shiny, cotton, silk, underwire, trainer, medical, bold. I could go on and on with the modifiers. The thing is, they hold the most defining part of a woman's body – the breasts.

Breasts are so beautiful. I get why men like them. When I was a little girl, I liked to draw pictures of women with barbie doll bodies. Those women always had long hair flipped up at the ends, red lips, tiny waists and huge boobs. It's no wonder I grew up to write erotica. The suggestion of how a woman's body should look was planted firmly in my mind by pop culture. I don't have that kind of body, but I sure appreciate one. I've accepted that my body will never look like that. It's okay. It's less maintenance.

Panties are another marvel of the modern world. They keep us clean and protected. They have almost the same properties as the bra – they can be pretty, sexy, functional, modest, minuscule. I'm not sure that panties have the same effect on Husband as the bra does, but he likes my butt, so maybe they do.

I can't think of many cons for panties, outside of the riding up that sometimes happens when wearing an ill-fitting pair. Going commando is pleasant under the right circumstances, but sexy panties can be a thrill. The first time Husband got close enough to me to investigate my panties, he exclaimed, "You've got on frilly knickers!" (He's Australian – he talks funny!). He was delighted, and so was I. Similarly to Ginny, as she was dressing for that first date with Mike, I was glad that I had thought to wear my pink lace panties and matching bra. I felt confident at that moment.

Even though I think the thong looks incredible, I can't embrace it. Some women swear by it, claiming it's the most comfortable thing they've ever worn. NO. Other than the apparent benefit of no panty line, I don't see the attraction. To me, a thong is not comfortable until my bottom becomes so numb from the friction that I can't feel anything anymore. Further to that, sniffing them is out of the question. Sorry. I default to the old standard panty. It's practical, comfortable and looks good on me. Then again, maybe a pearl thong would be nice.

That's it for now. Have yourself the best day. I'll speak to you again next Sunday.​