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I went bra shopping. I feel like bra shopping should require a Xanax or something. I was fitted not too long ago, so I know my size. After that it is a matter of looking at styles and so on and trying on a million god damn bras until you think, "fuck it. Just fuck it." I went to Marks & Spencer because they have pretty decent bras for cheap-ish. (seriously, the bra business is a racket. They know they have the busted women in a state of hostage.) The ones I really liked they didn't have my size (because in the middle of nowhere, they rarely have what you want.) and the ones that did fit, were all kinds of ugly. So I went home and ordered what I wanted online. FINE. FINE. Here is an extra three pounds so I can have what I want.
I did end up finding a really cute yellow striped skirt and it was on sale, so I felt three shades of proud for finding the exact style of skirt I desire and not paying full retail. A constant scavenger hunt all in search of personal identity through clothes.
The rest of the day was spent lazing about. Bank Holidays. What a kick.
Tomorrow I baby-sit my nieces, while their parents continue to paint their new house. The place isn't huge but there are so many nooks and things. It turns out the main part of the house is a cob house that is 700 years old. My brother in law was telling me that what is now the kitchen, was put in a couple hundred years later. It definitely has a Hobbit quality about it. At the moment it is still in a state of flux as they fix it up. (it is how they were able to get a month of free rent.) I think I will take the kids on a walk, let them run around the garden, and then bake something with them. It will be a way to pass the time.
I did end up finding a really cute yellow striped skirt and it was on sale, so I felt three shades of proud for finding the exact style of skirt I desire and not paying full retail. A constant scavenger hunt all in search of personal identity through clothes.
The rest of the day was spent lazing about. Bank Holidays. What a kick.
Tomorrow I baby-sit my nieces, while their parents continue to paint their new house. The place isn't huge but there are so many nooks and things. It turns out the main part of the house is a cob house that is 700 years old. My brother in law was telling me that what is now the kitchen, was put in a couple hundred years later. It definitely has a Hobbit quality about it. At the moment it is still in a state of flux as they fix it up. (it is how they were able to get a month of free rent.) I think I will take the kids on a walk, let them run around the garden, and then bake something with them. It will be a way to pass the time.
