Thursday, August 28, 2003
Mixed feelings...
As I may have mentioned once or twice or eight times, I love clothes. I love cute clothes, whether trendy or classic. I'm just a big ol' girly girl.
The only problem with this (besides my full closets and drawers)? My inability to wear my cute clothes as I lose weight.
I have two pairs of jeans that I rather like, both of which are a faded blue with frayed hems and low waists. One of them is very funky, what one friend calls gutter-punk style, bought a bit on the large side to begin with, with overly long legs, slits up the outside seams, held together by metal rings and grommets. Simply fun and funky. Both pairs of jeans can now be put on and pulled off without ever unzipping the zipper. And the funky pair sits, not low on the waist, but mid hips.
On one hand, I'm thinking, yea! I've lost a couple of inches everywhere since April, which, I have to admit, makes me smile. On the other hand, my cute funky jeans, the very ones I paired with a very low-cut lacy light blue top, long black quilted coat and black boots on the night I met Tony Head in a dark divey bar after he sang a few songs from his CD, where I made him laugh and confused him (as I've said, he got the full "Carol experience" in a short ten minute conversation), well, I can't wear them anymore unless I have them taken in, which will probably cost more than the jeans themselves. Not to mention that I'd have to wait until I stop losing weight, otherwise I'd constantly be taking them in for alterations, which would get expensive pretty darned quick.
So, what's a girl to do? Besides buy new cute clothes in smaller sizes -
Hey, that's not a bad idea....
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Linda flew out of LAX on Tuesday afternoon and arrived home, safe and sound, Wednesday morning. It's hard to believe that she's back in the Netherlands, nine hours and thousands of miles away. Saturday night, as we walked into the guest house where she was staying, the same guest house she stayed in last year, it seemed as if it had only been a week since I'd been there last, not a year. Her being in L.A. was the most natural thing in the world, like she had always been here and would always be here. And, unless I visit her in the Netherlands next year (which is definitely a possibility), it may be another two years, or more, before I see her again.
I miss her already.
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I so need this car. I'm horrible at parallel parking. Whilst trying to park my old Escort I had two 13 year old girls laugh at me and give me suggestions - I knew them, they were in my car and all, but still...
Mmmm, self-parking hybrid car... *drool*
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Hee! Probably easier to read than the real ballot will be. And good ol' Wil is in first place. With Bender in second place. Now that's a ticket I could get behind!
The only problem with this (besides my full closets and drawers)? My inability to wear my cute clothes as I lose weight.
I have two pairs of jeans that I rather like, both of which are a faded blue with frayed hems and low waists. One of them is very funky, what one friend calls gutter-punk style, bought a bit on the large side to begin with, with overly long legs, slits up the outside seams, held together by metal rings and grommets. Simply fun and funky. Both pairs of jeans can now be put on and pulled off without ever unzipping the zipper. And the funky pair sits, not low on the waist, but mid hips.
On one hand, I'm thinking, yea! I've lost a couple of inches everywhere since April, which, I have to admit, makes me smile. On the other hand, my cute funky jeans, the very ones I paired with a very low-cut lacy light blue top, long black quilted coat and black boots on the night I met Tony Head in a dark divey bar after he sang a few songs from his CD, where I made him laugh and confused him (as I've said, he got the full "Carol experience" in a short ten minute conversation), well, I can't wear them anymore unless I have them taken in, which will probably cost more than the jeans themselves. Not to mention that I'd have to wait until I stop losing weight, otherwise I'd constantly be taking them in for alterations, which would get expensive pretty darned quick.
So, what's a girl to do? Besides buy new cute clothes in smaller sizes -
Hey, that's not a bad idea....
Linda flew out of LAX on Tuesday afternoon and arrived home, safe and sound, Wednesday morning. It's hard to believe that she's back in the Netherlands, nine hours and thousands of miles away. Saturday night, as we walked into the guest house where she was staying, the same guest house she stayed in last year, it seemed as if it had only been a week since I'd been there last, not a year. Her being in L.A. was the most natural thing in the world, like she had always been here and would always be here. And, unless I visit her in the Netherlands next year (which is definitely a possibility), it may be another two years, or more, before I see her again.
I miss her already.
I so need this car. I'm horrible at parallel parking. Whilst trying to park my old Escort I had two 13 year old girls laugh at me and give me suggestions - I knew them, they were in my car and all, but still...
Mmmm, self-parking hybrid car... *drool*
Hee! Probably easier to read than the real ballot will be. And good ol' Wil is in first place. With Bender in second place. Now that's a ticket I could get behind!
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