To those delectably tactile sensations I mentioned earlier, I have to add a couple of others. From top to bottom:
Near the top, the feeling of long curly hair brushing over my bare shoulders, across the straps of a dress or a summer top. As I felt in the avatar you're seeing here. (Even if it just a wig!)
And at the bottom, the slick feeling of nylon-clad feet slipping into shoes.
I know I went on about some other stuff earlier. I'm "prone to prolixity." But never mind the rest; I'm collecting all that tactile stuff into a single passage to revel in, and maybe trot out for the delight of others at some other, less verbose time. How female clothing feels so deliciously different from anything else I could wear!
