Last night I spent a considerable amount of time building my wish list at Amazon.com. During the course of an hour I added a couple of dozen new items to my wish list. It's rather exhilarating, putting together a fall/winter wardrobe even if in the end the list will need to be pared down considerably. I went to bed a contented lady. Sometime during the night the harsh reality of life hit me like a baseball bat. Truth be told, I can't afford even a fraction of what I added to wish list. Truth be told, even though I try to be a smart online shopper, it's likely that the few items I will eventually order won't fit properly or won't look quite as I imagined. (A real downside of online shopping.) Truth be told, the end result will be less than stellar simply because I am not anything like the twenty-something model in the online photographs. Truth be told, silk purses and sows' ears might be an old saying, but at least for me is fairly apt. Who am I kidding? Does one need to suspend reality in order to think that what I am contemplating buying will actually look good on the likes of me? Does one need to be delusional in order to be contented crossdresser? Needless to say, it's been an emotional roller coaster inside my head the past twenty-four hours.