Strange Things are afoot at the Circle K.
Well not really..
Although I do have rather a soft spot for Circle K, as the one in Gymea used to be the only place in the Shire I could get Homer Hudson ice cream. But that's beside the point. I"m just having another hit of nostalgia. It's like a drug! Bronnie Bishop is going to come and take away my children and give them to a much more balanced Liberal-voting family. I'd better watch out.
The strangeness comes from the fact that
a) I got all of my hair cut off, so now it's back to the short croppiness of yesteryear. I feel like I'm back after wandering for years in the wilderness. The liberation, the light-headedness, the joy of waking up NOT being strangled by my own hair!
b) I found a dress. In Cue. In size 10. I think the world may have shifted off it's axis, because that's just not right.
Said dress is a gorgeous black 1950s, boat-necked, cap-sleeved, belt-waisted LBD. I'm very very happy, but have been unable to find an image of it to post here.
I had an unpleasant afternoon yesterday trying to find a dress that was both professional and kinda cute/funky. To go with my new hair, see. And also was light enough to wear in KL as I'm jetting off for a week-long training/workshop seminary thing there in a couple of weeks. But nothing fitted. Nothing was right. Everything this season looks like it'll be gorgeous and then you try it on and it either looks like a sack (a very expensive sack) or looks like you have a behind the size of Russia. There was no happy medium. And that was before I made the mistake of entering Veronika Maine.
I have no idea how that place actually makes any money as every single thing I tried on made me look fat or dumpy or fat and dumpy. And every single garment was in a colour that made me look so jaundiced I nearly dashed off for a session under the nearest UV lamp. It's shops like VM that make me wish that I could actually sew and then I would never have to submit myself to such exquisite torture again.
So why I decided to give it another go last night, when I was already exhausted, I'll never know. To further confundment, I decided to bring both Big Girls along for the ride. I obviously wasn't thinking straight. As we sailed through Myer en route to the Cue concession, I asked them to remind me to buy some Innoxa bath foam. This was a mistake because they then spent the next 30 minutes interrupting my concentration by constantly repeating every single variation on the word 'Innoxa' they could think of - 'nonixa' 'ipoxa' 'nextoxta' etc. They also gave their considered opinion on every item of clothing I picked up. And poured scorn on every suggestion I made... 'Ooh, this lovely red belt will go with the black dress' said I, 'Er, I don't think so *intense eye-rolling* it so doesn't go' said Miss M.
Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
How I managed to find The Dress, try it on, and actually purchase it, will remain a mystery forever.
Although I do have rather a soft spot for Circle K, as the one in Gymea used to be the only place in the Shire I could get Homer Hudson ice cream. But that's beside the point. I"m just having another hit of nostalgia. It's like a drug! Bronnie Bishop is going to come and take away my children and give them to a much more balanced Liberal-voting family. I'd better watch out.
The strangeness comes from the fact that
a) I got all of my hair cut off, so now it's back to the short croppiness of yesteryear. I feel like I'm back after wandering for years in the wilderness. The liberation, the light-headedness, the joy of waking up NOT being strangled by my own hair!
b) I found a dress. In Cue. In size 10. I think the world may have shifted off it's axis, because that's just not right.
Said dress is a gorgeous black 1950s, boat-necked, cap-sleeved, belt-waisted LBD. I'm very very happy, but have been unable to find an image of it to post here.
I had an unpleasant afternoon yesterday trying to find a dress that was both professional and kinda cute/funky. To go with my new hair, see. And also was light enough to wear in KL as I'm jetting off for a week-long training/workshop seminary thing there in a couple of weeks. But nothing fitted. Nothing was right. Everything this season looks like it'll be gorgeous and then you try it on and it either looks like a sack (a very expensive sack) or looks like you have a behind the size of Russia. There was no happy medium. And that was before I made the mistake of entering Veronika Maine.
I have no idea how that place actually makes any money as every single thing I tried on made me look fat or dumpy or fat and dumpy. And every single garment was in a colour that made me look so jaundiced I nearly dashed off for a session under the nearest UV lamp. It's shops like VM that make me wish that I could actually sew and then I would never have to submit myself to such exquisite torture again.
So why I decided to give it another go last night, when I was already exhausted, I'll never know. To further confundment, I decided to bring both Big Girls along for the ride. I obviously wasn't thinking straight. As we sailed through Myer en route to the Cue concession, I asked them to remind me to buy some Innoxa bath foam. This was a mistake because they then spent the next 30 minutes interrupting my concentration by constantly repeating every single variation on the word 'Innoxa' they could think of - 'nonixa' 'ipoxa' 'nextoxta' etc. They also gave their considered opinion on every item of clothing I picked up. And poured scorn on every suggestion I made... 'Ooh, this lovely red belt will go with the black dress' said I, 'Er, I don't think so *intense eye-rolling* it so doesn't go' said Miss M.
Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
How I managed to find The Dress, try it on, and actually purchase it, will remain a mystery forever.
Labels: Curly Girls
posted by actonb at 9:37 am
4 Comments:
I love that "no more hair" feeling.
I've been vaguely toying with the notion of cutting all my hair off this summer too.
We shall see.
*slow clap* Do it. Do it. Do it. *slow clap*
Or, you know, don't... see how you feel. I didn't regret getting my hair chopped in the slightest. I was worried that I would, but nope. Just feel like me again.
I am growing my hair - I don't care if it looks crap long. I have this image of myself with long long hair and looking very girly. This afternoon I am going to my hairdresser who is notorious for not listening to me and cutting off my hair in the name of "thinning" it. Why my hair needs thinning I don't know. Wish me luck.
I love love love Cue. It is the only shop that has real sizing - I just wish they would branch out from the black/grey/brown palette.
Goodness, what a long comment, can you tell I'm procrastinating?
A haircut and a new LBD? Sounds like it's time to post some more photos.
Also, I find your children very amusing.
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