She'd jazzercised and kickboxed, suffered Pilates and hot yoga, and sweated through Krav Magna and spinning.  Yet not one pound had melted away, and the waistband of her jeggings still felt tight.  Well, if she couldn’t beat ‘em, she’d…disguise 'em (the flaws) and distract 'em (the admirers).  Men’s-tailored shirts with princess seams gave her a lithe shape, waisted jeans reined in the muffintop, and tunic-length sweaters elongated her body.   Add a little something to draw the eye away from those trouble spots -- like this look-my-way piece of hematite rondelles and gold fluted beads -- and voila!  Now, about those saddlebags...

Length:16 1/2"