puddingcat: (Grr)
I am not a cylinder. Now can clothes designers please start allowing for this? Also, please could "Petite" ranges start allowing for short backs as well as short arms, and then realise that - on a short torso - boobs will be comparatively closer to the waist than on a long one?

I *did* get a suit, but only because it was half price (hence £63) at Principles, and so I don't mind that it isn't ideal. It's not as if I wear one every day, after all.

This has clarified why I hate being a size 14 as well. When I'm a 12, I'm a sensible shape. I fit into clothes, I'm in proportion (mostly) and don't find that things fit one part of me and not another. When I put on weight, clothes sag, and gape, and pull, and aren't the same shape as me any more. All but one of the pairs of trousers I tried on were too tight on the waist and loose over the hips (or vice versa), and all looked like "old fat person's clothes" - cut to drape, and skim across the lumps, and hide cellulite. They were one step away from elasticated waists sold at the back of the Sunday colour supplements.

At least I found 3 nice jersey tops (Per Una & Planet - when did I become middle aged?) and some nice knee boots with a sensible 2" heel (in Clarks, ferchrissakes - there's no hope).

And, for some reason, I'm now so cold that my nipples hurt, and I'm having to warm them up with a nice cup of tea. Nothing like sharing the pain :D


Aug. 8th, 2006 09:44 am
puddingcat: (Denial)
Today was the first day in 10 days that I've got up before 9am. The first day in a week I've got up before 10.30am, in fact.

It's the first day I've worn contact lenses in that time; the first day I've worn makeup, the first day I've worn a skirt, and the first day I've worn heels. Last night was the first time I shaved my legs in a fortnight.

It's also the first time I've had a Starbucks in a week, but that doesn't make up for being back at work and not in bed with one cat curled round my head and the other on my tummy.

I want to be back at home, writing crap for [livejournal.com profile] wk_100 and thinking I really *must* get something done before my break's over.


[livejournal.com profile] princesspy is a Bad Influence. After the picture she posted of her sparkly black ballet slippers, I Went Shopping.

Unfortunately, Accessorise had sold out of size 5s. More unfortunately, I found the Monsoon sale rails. For £73 I got a skirt, a pair of linen trousers, a long-sleeved t-shirt and a victoriana blouse. All in black, and all either 50% or 70% off :)

Then, of course, I had to check Barratts for the blue furry leopard print shoes that [livejournal.com profile] pink_weasel had mentioned. They were nowhere to be seen, but a lovely pair of red satin ballet pumps were - for £5. Ooops.

To top it all, my "ok, let's go to Tesco's to stock up on cheap beans & baked potatoes, cos that's all I can afford now" trip revealed some lovely sparkly black ballet slippers.

puddingcat: (Sleepy lion)
For some reason, I'm shattered today. My eyes will hardly stay open, my head's full of cotton wool and if I laid down I'd be asleep within 5 minutes. That's after a pint of Starbucks and a blueberry muffin, too.

A brief canter thrugh the past couple of days:

Monday I discovered that Cheshire Oaks takes about the same time to get to as does the city centre, that [livejournal.com profile] munchkinott is just as good (bad?) at puns in RL as she is online (and has Good Hair, which I covet, for mine is being hypersensitive atm) and that neither of the toy shops stock much (if any) Technical Lego. Poo. I forgot to go back for the pack of Bottom Trumps cards, too...

Yesterday I went out to see a client :) Not bad, didn't have The Fear (a Good Thing), saw a Cayman on the way (absolutely stunning, like a crouched panther, complete with haunches) and had one of the rare "oh yes - there *are* some good things about Manchester" moments walking to the office froom the G-Mex car park. It's great when a DB9 stops early to let you across the road, and the 575M in front inches forward a bit to give you & your heavy bags more space to cross :) The only problem was remembering to cross and not stand in the middle of the road, gawping. Well, that and fighting the urge to lick them ;)

My car is definitely still up for sale; *reasonable* offers welcome. Urgency has reduced, since Py's Alfa has had a reprieve, but that just means I'm looking out for one with a hard top instead. To put this into perspectinve, the only achievable car I've wanted since I first saw one, that still makes my toes curl and for which I'll tolerate extortionate repair bills, is the TVR Griffith. An Alfa Spider with a hard top is a pretty close second.

Now to pretend to work and try not to snore :)
puddingcat: (Default)
I wanted 4 (realistically achievable) things in the sales:

- A memory card for the camera;
- A dustbuster or equivalent I *might* hoover if I don't need to manoever a full-size thing around a shoebox-sixed house);
- One of the Top Gear DVDs I don't have; and
- Casanova on DVD.

Within 45 minutes, I had the first three. Casanova isn't reduced in Stockport town centre, so I'll leave that for later.

*Looks around, bored*

Why can't I shop like a woman?
puddingcat: (Begone!)
Oh, what a lovely weekend.

[livejournal.com profile] nurse_liz came to visit and we both calmed down after respective stresses of work and driving through Tintwistle, with the help of a bottle of Merlot and Domino's pizzas. [livejournal.com profile] nurse_liz even stopped sneezing sometime during the night, which was a Good Thing.

[livejournal.com profile] nannyo met us at the station, and we wandered round a foody market before finding Affleck's Palace for lunch, before being joined by [livejournal.com profile] tooth_fairy and [livejournal.com profile] mrmmarc (who made himself popular by being able to quote Shakespeare accurately), and then [livejournal.com profile] cryx.

We swore [livejournal.com profile] mrmmarc to secrecy regarding What Goes On during girly shopping trips, and took him to Abakhan Fabrics, where he was scared by the large polystyrene piles cushions rings. Bought some yarn because it was called Firefly and, over coffee, discovered it's s total bitch to knit. Nice string trio & singer doing carols in Piccadilly Gardens to take my mind off it, though. I didn't wince at her tuning once.

Home, chicken stoo, and [livejournal.com profile] nurse_liz dressed up as me while I dressed up as her. I can't remember the last time I left the house wearing nothing black. Not even my shoes and knickers were black. (Socks don't count*.)

Great time around Canal Street and Fab Cafe (hurrah for Steppenwolf!) and obligatory chips. [livejournal.com profile] nurse_liz's beatiful pink hair pulled everywhere we went, too.

Much, much knitting too. [livejournal.com profile] nurse_liz is managing to knit something that looks like a large hamster pelt out of tadpoles.

All in all, I appear to have lost my phobia & worry about having friends to stay :) Oooh, and even Pootlecat liked [livejournal.com profile] nurse_liz, and didn't *always* run away from [livejournal.com profile] nannyo.

Oh, and the Bugatti Veyron. The Marcos might have been prettier (I like muscle cars, after all) but oh, the sound and the engine and the design and Oh.

More 911 Carrera letchery though. Bah. Anyone with a hat like that doesn't deserve a Porsche.

The race would have been a lot better had it not been so obviously fixed, and the "problems" with the plane so obviously scripted.


*No, [livejournal.com profile] norfolkian and [livejournal.com profile] pink_weasel, I do not have a sock fetish.


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