The skinny jeans that I washed in hot water and tried to shrink down to a size 12 are still too big and I can slide them down without unbuttoning or unzipping them. That's handy when you have to go to the toilet in a hurry.
They look alright, it's my secret that they are a little bit too big. Only I know. They don't fall down all by themselves. It's not as bad as that. And they are comfortable to wear, that's important. They don't scrunch my intestines together.
I walked the dog in them and they stayed up alright, even when I bent over to pick up the poop. That was my biggest worry. I didn't want to have to stand there on the sidewalk and have to hitch up my jeans.
And I have incredibly clean hair. After I washed it, I dried it with the towel just to the point that I could get it into a good do that was flattering and that I sprayed with some hairspray to stay in position.
I have such fine flyaway hair that even applying the hairspray makes it alter the do, so I have to be very careful and not spray it on directly but at an angle. I have clean hair more often, but I don't always get it to look right like I did now.
I should be oohed and aahed over.Since there's no one here to do that, I'll have to do it myself when I look in the mirror.
I'm wearing a perfectly clean summer cardigan straight from the drying rack. It smells like washing powder and I'm being very careful not to get it dirty. The dog climbed on me earlier and he had wet paws. Luckily, he left no evidence on my clothes. He does still think that he's a lap dog.
The cat left a dead bird in the bedroom this morning and I stepped on it with my bare feet. I didn't screech, but it was an unpleasant surprise. I disposed of it under the jasmine bush on the patio where it will decompose naturally. I've seen the process before.
Neither animal shows any interest in it now and it just lies there being a dead bird. I'm getting used to this and no longer feel much emotion with it. There are numerous birds in the trees that grace the patio and I hear them chirping all day long. A casualty is bound to fall every now and then. That does not mean that I'm not sorry.
It's time for me to eat dinner. My stomach is starting to growl. I've also got to see if there's anything special on TV until 'Wallander' comes on later on tonight. I think the dog wants to go out one more time. He sure acts as though he does. He's pacing very impatiently.
I hope you will all have a good Saturday night.
Ciao,
Nora
3 comments:
I buy my jeans invariably too big too, because I hate the feeling of being a mummy (my legs that is). Oh, I don't know if I would be so brave as you were if I would step on a dead bird.
I love loose clothing. I want to have no difficulties bending or moving.
So the bird you saved got caught again? Sad, but a life cycle we all witness. It's is nature's way of keeping the balance right. Your cat brought it to you as a gift.
I had a cat who would bring me gifts, varied and odd, a lizard, a bird and even a snake. She would lay them on the back step of the kitchen door and wait patiently for my enjoyment! I always bragged on her and she seemed to be very proud of herself.
I hope you don't mind I borrowed your photograph for my page "The Minor Requirements of Grammar" (on facebook.)
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