Supplies

Cornflake has popped out for the weekend supply of booze, crisps, dip and chocolate.

It’s no surprise then that yesterday, while getting dressed for our first visit out, I found that my breasts can no longer be contained in two of my new dresses. Bought early in lockdown, while I was at my, less fat tart size, they are not sufficiently ample to cope with my post lock down dimensions. The results of three months of eating and drinking more, because it’s lovely, and not moving as much because my world has become very small, have caught up with me.

I’m pissed off, while understanding that it’s my own fault, I do lay some blame at Cornflake’s feet for being my partner in our daily crimes of over consumption.

Luckily, many of my favourite clothes items are on the roomy side so I didn’t have to visit our friends in their garden naked. Once we were there we chatted, and ate a very lovely afternoon tea with Pimms. Apparently I wasn’t so distressed by the dressing trauma that I felt the need to hold back.

I had to dress for an appointment this morning, with actual shoes. I like to think that turned out fine but action is needed to get to my less fat tart weight again.

Like all bad dieters, I’ll start my diet Monday.

Other than visiting, I’ve been busy, looking for a studio, viewing studios, applying for studios, worrying that I might never find a studio, and not caring if I don’t find one as the search is now becoming a right pain in my arse.

It’s not just the dieting issue and the studio thing that I’m being a bit manyana about. It is quite hard to make arrangements when everyone is on an individual lockdown scheme. Some people are operating on the old normal, some are still pretty much self isolating, some are feeling their way to a different normal. Whatever, I’m flexible. I find myself saying things like; see you soon, let’s meet up at some point, hope we can get together later in the summer….. if possible.

A degree of uncertainty pervades, lahdidah.

Today’s image is a representation of my old lady glasses behaviour earlier this week, modelled by someone else.

I get very irritated if I can’t lay my hands on any item that I need at the precise moment that I need it. This has resulted in me being the proud/embarrassed owner of roughly a million tape measures, multiple shears, pin cushions, and spectacles. This week after searching angrily for my missing glasses, that I’d had only moments before, I found another pair, popped them on, only to find that they wouldn’t sit quite right on my ears because the first pair were sitting on my head.

I fear this isn’t going to any get better.