Apparently, if you want a few pairs of black slacks for work — for instance if you’ve lost a little weight and safety pinning yourself into the old ones is no longer viable — there are a limited number of options. Continue reading “Shopping fail. Or maybe designer fail.”
It’s January 7th, and according to my scale, I have, as of today, successfully taken off the weight I put on over the holidays.
This felt more like a victory before I realized that Continue reading “One week in”
It has come to my attention that an alarming amount of my clothing is being held together with safety pins.
There are three basic reasons for this: Continue reading “Pinned for safety”
Today, I didn’t have to drive any farther than my usual commute. Well, other than the hairdresser, for a quick refresh of my color, and my Brazilian Blowout. The Brazilian (no relation to the wax treatment) takes a while, so it was a long visit, but even so, I was home early by last-few-days standards. Continue reading “Good night”
The good news is that I don’t have to buy a new dress. My little black dress goes on just fine. In fact, it might actually be a hair looser than it needs to be. But not so much looser that I can’t wear it. The skirt I haven’t been able to wear in forever, the pretty, flowy one with the slits up the leg? It fits too.
For Christmas I got new sweatpants. I don’t wear sweatpants out-and-about, or even on casual days at home. Mostly, I use my sweats as pajama bottoms when it’s cold at home. Or when I’m somewhere other than home, like at my parents’ house, where it’s acceptable to pad about in pajamas so long as one is decent.
The sweatpants I keep at my parents’ house for such a purpose are, um, well worn. Holey, actually. They have been sewn back together in more than one strategic place, and there is a hole in the knee that simply cannot be sewn back together. It’s so big that Continue reading “New sweats, warm… feet?”