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The other day I took miss_newham by the hand and led her down the paths of righteousness Oxford Street, in search of clothes that do justice to her figure, and today I felt elated to learn that she had been shopping of her own free will. My goodness.
And then in a lovely twist of fate, I got taken in hand by my very own fairy godmother (posing as my aunt) who took me shopping for suit jackets in Zara, which was a surprisingly pleasant experience because their prices are much more decent than I realised (I got a lovely wrap cardigan for £15). My aunt is an amazingly stylish and beautiful woman so shopping with her is invariably a beautiful experience. Especially because now I have a lovely black courduroy suit jacket that curves in where it should and goes out where it should and by these beauties of tailoring reveals the fact that I have both breasts and a waist. Clothes that fit seemed to be a bit of a theme in the day - I found a perfect shirt - sheer and flowey and it fits just right which is a rare enough occurence, and I'm dizzy with delight. Unfortunately, these magnificent strokes of luck did not extend as far as finding decent bras, but I shall leave that battle for another day.
And now that I do have clothes which fit me marvellously, I'm giving away the ones which no longer do, so heads up London persuns who want to try them on.
I've gone past 40k. And now I'm tired and I'm not sure I want to finish NaNo, or write anymore. I know there is still time. I know that I could do it. But I'm just having trouble summoning up the motivation.
And then in a lovely twist of fate, I got taken in hand by my very own fairy godmother (posing as my aunt) who took me shopping for suit jackets in Zara, which was a surprisingly pleasant experience because their prices are much more decent than I realised (I got a lovely wrap cardigan for £15). My aunt is an amazingly stylish and beautiful woman so shopping with her is invariably a beautiful experience. Especially because now I have a lovely black courduroy suit jacket that curves in where it should and goes out where it should and by these beauties of tailoring reveals the fact that I have both breasts and a waist. Clothes that fit seemed to be a bit of a theme in the day - I found a perfect shirt - sheer and flowey and it fits just right which is a rare enough occurence, and I'm dizzy with delight. Unfortunately, these magnificent strokes of luck did not extend as far as finding decent bras, but I shall leave that battle for another day.
And now that I do have clothes which fit me marvellously, I'm giving away the ones which no longer do, so heads up London persuns who want to try them on.
I've gone past 40k. And now I'm tired and I'm not sure I want to finish NaNo, or write anymore. I know there is still time. I know that I could do it. But I'm just having trouble summoning up the motivation.