The sweater

Last night I went to a very nice dinner in a beautiful Santa Monica home. The other guests were mix of people I know and don't know professionally, and they're all creative types - authors, illustrators and others who work on the publishing industry.

The dinner was poolside, and it gets chilly at night in LA, so I wore a new sweater.

It's one of those cute cropped ones in the stores for fall, and it was perfect with the gunmetal Michael Kors jeans I treated myself to earlier in the trip.

But I'm not sure some of the more conservative diners liked it as well as I did. Since the sweater is cropped, my tummy showed a bit. And I wore it proudly.

Throughout the evening, random women looked at my mid section. They gawked - two feet away from me with huge, disapproving eyes. Subtle they were not.

As if they've never seen a belly button before? And it was LA for god's sake.

Men had a different reaction. If they looked they were subtle. I had nice conversations with both men and women. Professional conversations. Appropriate conversations. And eyes were on faces, not belly buttons.

I guess I could have worn a shirt under it, but why? I have pretty decent abs, and I don't mind showing them. My jeans weren't too low and there was no cleavage - important bits were covered. I, nor anyone, should not have to apologize if they can't handle a belly button. 

Love to the single girls,

Addison