You see, I stopped wearing pants on a regular basis when I put on weight and none of my pants fit me anymore. It was a sad day for me, as I basically lived in black jeans. Ah well, maybe this could be the return on a wonderful friendship with pants.
The fine art of Safety Monkies. The shopping trip, and the quest for the skirt, was in aid of a party (if any gathering could be called a party after the Gore Street event). Laura's party to be precise. matcha_pocky shall pick me up after work, and we shall swan about looking wonderful. Or, at least, I plan to swan about and drink and look (as my father once described me) like a cheak French tart.
Eurovision. Don't forget! Eurovision is on this Sunday, on SBS, starting at 7.30. Ruslana will be there - what more could you ask for?!