Wednesday, October 06, 2004
Yeah, yeah, I know I'm late posting. I was away from home first thing on Monday morning and there was no way I was going to use a different set of scales. I couldn't possibly trust them. By the time I got home I had already eaten breakfast (poached eggs, nothing evil) so decided that was a good enough excuse to postpone the weigh-in for a day. Current weight: 76 kg At least it's moving in the right direction again.
The weather is changing here and spring is in the air. Before long I am going to look pretty silly in my winter clothes (OK, sillier) but I don't have any summer ones. Most of my work clothes were ritually burned on leaving Brunei and I survived last summer (on the road, as you may recall) on two pairs of shorts and some ancient t-shirts. While I am never going to impress my classes with my fashion sense, I do at least try to look tidy so a trip to the shops was called for.
As a woman of wealth, taste and discernment I, of course, headed for my local Target store. For those of you unfamiliar with Aussie retailers let me say that this is a shop full of high class merchandise and keenly intelligent assistants. (I trust those of you who are familiar with Aussie retailers will keep your mouths shut and allow me to weave the fantasy.) I scoured the female clothing department in vain. Every pair of trousers(dresses? me? I don't think so) was cut on the hip with three-quarter length legs. Now that may look good if you are a tall, willowy type with no belly but it's going to look pretty silly on a flabby, short-arse such as yours truly. Rather than go home empty-handed I bought a pair from the menswear section. Nicer, cheaper and as the sizing is incomprehensible you don't have to wonder if they're a 14, 16, 18...
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The weather is changing here and spring is in the air. Before long I am going to look pretty silly in my winter clothes (OK, sillier) but I don't have any summer ones. Most of my work clothes were ritually burned on leaving Brunei and I survived last summer (on the road, as you may recall) on two pairs of shorts and some ancient t-shirts. While I am never going to impress my classes with my fashion sense, I do at least try to look tidy so a trip to the shops was called for.
As a woman of wealth, taste and discernment I, of course, headed for my local Target store. For those of you unfamiliar with Aussie retailers let me say that this is a shop full of high class merchandise and keenly intelligent assistants. (I trust those of you who are familiar with Aussie retailers will keep your mouths shut and allow me to weave the fantasy.) I scoured the female clothing department in vain. Every pair of trousers(dresses? me? I don't think so) was cut on the hip with three-quarter length legs. Now that may look good if you are a tall, willowy type with no belly but it's going to look pretty silly on a flabby, short-arse such as yours truly. Rather than go home empty-handed I bought a pair from the menswear section. Nicer, cheaper and as the sizing is incomprehensible you don't have to wonder if they're a 14, 16, 18...
