2) Get fitted for new bras. One of my girlfriends sold me on this by pointing out that every time she goes in for a fitting, she comes back with a smaller number and larger cup size to brag about. Said girlfriend was also looking particularly fabulous in her T-shirt that night, for which she gave credit to Wacoal’s new seamless, supercomfy iBra. Since I’m never sure if my falling shoulder straps means that the straps are too long or that my band is just too high -and I don’t even really know where on my torso the band is supposed to sit -I’m hoping that the kind ladies over at the Nordstrom lingerie department will clue me in. In the meantime, I’ve done my homework on Oprah’s website to prepare for my, ahem, uplifting experience.

3) Clean out, organize, and restock my underwear drawer. It’s time for me to face the cold, hard fact that my “favorite” pairs should have long ago been retired. I’ll use this simple drawer organizer to separate and categorize, and stock up on some of my new favorites — Hanky Panky’s low-cut stretch lace thongs and boy shorts.

4) Invest in a great trench. I’m grown up enough now that I need to own a coat with that certain timeless styling and those unimpeachable lines that will last me for a decade or two, but still saucy enough to know that I’ll never regret buying it in standout red. I’ve got my eye on this covetable trench from Burberry.

5) Buy new running shoes. I’m envisioning in particular the new Nike +s that have the capability to sync up with my new iPod (thank you, Santa!) to help track my distance, speed and progress over the course of my workouts so that I can train for that 10-miler (Yeah, I can’t believe I signed myself up for that, either) this spring. I’ve put enough mileage on my current shoes that I can tell they’re not giving me the same arch support that an overpronator like me needs - all that rolling of my feet inward makes for ugly callouses that even my favorite pedicurist can’t prettify.

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