It's just Kara doing a duckface and sharing her secrets again.

Welcome back my mustardy friends, I am so happy to share a new pantsuit update with you! As usual, our auspicious yellow pantsuit has been spreading her sparkles of golden wonder with vigour. I am so excited to share her latest visit to the state of Oregon! Although I often write a little copy to accompany the photos, this time I will simply copy the letter from my friend Kara because honestly....you cannot make this shit up. I love your juicy life Kara and I love your honesty and  amazingness and quite frankly your metaphorical balls even though you physically have none. Rock on duckface....over to you!

"This lovely pantsuit came to me last October, so it only sat in my closet for a scant six months before I donned it. Whoops! Granted, in that time, lots of life stuff happened, and while I’m less of a believer in the magical powers of clothing than your average bear, I’m told that this particular pantsuit can have an impact. Perhaps so. Because in the time it’s been hanging out in the bowels of my closet, I had an on-again, off-again thing with my estranged husband, a divorce from said husband who is now my good friend and cooperative co-parent, some sexual adventures with some very attractive and younger men, and I’m currently 13 weeks pregnant with the baby of two dear gay friends who need to borrow a uterus! And the insemination worked on the first try for this “advanced maternal age” bird, so, perhaps the suit is fertility-bestowing after all! In any case, I’m grateful for the lovely woman who brought the suit into my life--one Kirsten Gatti--and for the group of gals through which we met. Such lovely ladies, all, who have gotten me through so much crapola in my life! I wore the suit on a lovely Sunday afternoon, just around the house, and my ex-husband came over to photograph me. We laughed and debated whether my baby bump is visible yet and whether we should dress our daughter up in it for fun (she was the deciding vote, and declared that the suit was “not beautiful” and that she wouldn’t be wearing it, not even if Mommy asked nicely).

I hope this suit is witness to an equally exciting stretch in someone’s life at the next stop...Jessica, I don’t know you or what magical powers of the suit that you might benefit from, but I look forward to seeing your pics and hearing how transformative this rayon/polyester monstrosity is for you.

Much love to all my sisters in the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pantsuit. I am honored to be among you."