The belt was bought for $10 from a vintage store in Berkeley, on Telegraph, which I loved. Miss that place. Here's a detail:
It's a beautiful fat belt, just what you need to flatten things out. It can be a tiny bit small, but it's encouraging me to lose weight, so all good.
Also, just to point out the irony. After all this (and writing all this earlier), 30 seconds before leaving to catch my bus, I put on a coat, decided the whole outfit no longer worked, and changed completely. So that'll be an outfit for another day! Ridiculous I know... I'm getting stupid.
I need to get ready to go out. Maybe I'll take a photo - although will probably forget...
Good luck Obama!