From anurisms to the world really must be ending
Today I went shopping and bought clothes and shoes. (All on credit. Naturally.) And experienced no post-shopping euphoria. No, oh look what I got. No, how cool is the cuff detail on this shirt. No, how good does my arse look in these pants while camoflaging (sort of) my gut. No, isn't the colour of this groovy wrap/cardigan/jumpery thing gorgeous. I got home and just burst into tears. The clothes are good. Practical workwear I'll wear for years as I age. Practical workwear I will don as I leave my child in the care of others. I left him for 3.5 hours today. With Chef. I was a mess. The next few weeks are going to be pretty darn ugly. Regardless of new shoes. You have been warned.