Tonight our neighbors down the street invited my spouse and I to a very lovely backyard dinner. Twelve guests, some of whom we knew and some that we hadn't met before.
It was really a delightful evening. Awesome food and great conversation. I wore a long purple skirt with broomstick pleats and a white blouse.
I appeared to be totally accepted and simply treated as one of the women, except for one small detail. I noticed that the host greeted and said "good bye" to all of the other women with a hug, but not me.
Perhaps just a tiny crack in an otherwise perfect evening.
Hugs,
Persephone.