Not that I'm a paper doll or anything, but:
Went shopping. Bought things I didn't mean to, and only one of the things I was supposed to. Which leads me to two issues which I would like f-list input because, uh, it's more fun than trying to make my own decisions? Or I am hopelessly co-dependent, you decide. :D
First. Shoe-shopping. I hate shoe-shopping with a passion which mere words cannot begin to express. I was indirectly reminded by Barb that, well, it's probably a good idea if I have sandals or something to wear in Hawaii as well as steel-capped work boots, so as I have three pairs of sandals total - one pair in Dublin (because I am too fucking disorganised to have got my shit shipped home yet, hi, I lose), one pair which are, in fact, two different COLOURS (the left one faded and the right one didn't, eternal mystery as to how and why) which I do wear at home but am not quite shameless enough to wear publically (they're noticeably different, put it that way), and one pair of handmade slave sandals which I always forget I own because while they're okay-comfy, they're dead flat (I don't wear flat shoes. I'm five foot one (and a half!!). I wear heels) and the leather does funny things to my feet if I wear them too long. So I tried to go shoe-shopping and it was an utter failure and the only ones I even half liked of course did not fit - I could get into the two-sizes-too-big ones but of course, too big, and while they had my size, I couldn't jam my feet into them because I have tiny mutant feet which are disproportionately wide, and in conclusion: aaaaargh. At which point I decided "screw this" and that I am going to just wear my sandals from Rhodes.
You guys will still love me if I wear shoes which stain my feet brown in Hawaii, right? Right? meep.
Secondly. Togs. I went swimming a grand total of once last year, and that was in a hot tub, and also I'm 99.9% certain my lone remaining pair of togs (which are smallish anyway) are in Dublin too, so I figured - since my major plan for Hawaii is "spend as much time as humanly possible submerged" - that it would, in fact, be a Good Thing if I have some swimming togs with which to cover myself at that point. Except despite the fact summer is approaching, it seems insanely difficult to find nice togs for under $60 (I cringe and get angry at sixty, even, but I fully realise that's a battle I've mostly lost) and since I'm a 'board-shorts and longish top' type of person (regular bikinis = an "ahahahaahaa NO" situation, one-pieces at the moment seem to be missing large sections of fabric in odd places (fashion is weird) and also in general don't tend to fit well as my body is stupidly fat in not-proportional ways) I am having a hard time finding a decent top to wear. So I went into ezibuy, who usually save my ass in situations such as this and I looked at two tops and, okay, bought both (because they are excellent with the being able to return things) but... I am not sure. Because I suspect the one I like the most is showing more cleavage than is necessarily appropriate. I mean. I actually have cleavage in it which is, you know, slightly not usual. :D But. I don't knoooooooooow. So, my question to you, oh flist, is: how much is too much? I mean, I don't want to traumatise anybody!
And, lastly: bags. Has anyone found the [Red] messenger bag online at all? Because I badly need a messenger bag, and I'd like to have a look at that and probably order it if it's not fearfully ugly, but since there is nowhere in the country that sells [Red] stuff at all, and I can't find it on the interwebs to even order myself, I'm a bit stuck. Thoughts? Suggestions? Links?
Also, does anyone else think there is some kind of addictive substance in Rashuns? Because I have had, like, twenty of the lunch-sized bags of them in the last fortnight and omg stop me eating them please. Mmmm. Cheese-and-bacon-y. [ETA: Charlie! They're playing Playing it Straight on telly here! Ahahahaaha! Oh, memories.]
And now I have to try and make myself look cute for the work Christmas function. Eek. (This day has been excessively 'girly' for me. Wtf?!) But at least I got to talk to Kat on the phone, however briefly. YAY. *hearts the little sister* Oh, and I should write about 6K this weekend. Mmm. Deadlines. *takes Douglas Adams-y approach to them*
First. Shoe-shopping. I hate shoe-shopping with a passion which mere words cannot begin to express. I was indirectly reminded by Barb that, well, it's probably a good idea if I have sandals or something to wear in Hawaii as well as steel-capped work boots, so as I have three pairs of sandals total - one pair in Dublin (because I am too fucking disorganised to have got my shit shipped home yet, hi, I lose), one pair which are, in fact, two different COLOURS (the left one faded and the right one didn't, eternal mystery as to how and why) which I do wear at home but am not quite shameless enough to wear publically (they're noticeably different, put it that way), and one pair of handmade slave sandals which I always forget I own because while they're okay-comfy, they're dead flat (I don't wear flat shoes. I'm five foot one (and a half!!). I wear heels) and the leather does funny things to my feet if I wear them too long. So I tried to go shoe-shopping and it was an utter failure and the only ones I even half liked of course did not fit - I could get into the two-sizes-too-big ones but of course, too big, and while they had my size, I couldn't jam my feet into them because I have tiny mutant feet which are disproportionately wide, and in conclusion: aaaaargh. At which point I decided "screw this" and that I am going to just wear my sandals from Rhodes.
You guys will still love me if I wear shoes which stain my feet brown in Hawaii, right? Right? meep.
Secondly. Togs. I went swimming a grand total of once last year, and that was in a hot tub, and also I'm 99.9% certain my lone remaining pair of togs (which are smallish anyway) are in Dublin too, so I figured - since my major plan for Hawaii is "spend as much time as humanly possible submerged" - that it would, in fact, be a Good Thing if I have some swimming togs with which to cover myself at that point. Except despite the fact summer is approaching, it seems insanely difficult to find nice togs for under $60 (I cringe and get angry at sixty, even, but I fully realise that's a battle I've mostly lost) and since I'm a 'board-shorts and longish top' type of person (regular bikinis = an "ahahahaahaa NO" situation, one-pieces at the moment seem to be missing large sections of fabric in odd places (fashion is weird) and also in general don't tend to fit well as my body is stupidly fat in not-proportional ways) I am having a hard time finding a decent top to wear. So I went into ezibuy, who usually save my ass in situations such as this and I looked at two tops and, okay, bought both (because they are excellent with the being able to return things) but... I am not sure. Because I suspect the one I like the most is showing more cleavage than is necessarily appropriate. I mean. I actually have cleavage in it which is, you know, slightly not usual. :D But. I don't knoooooooooow. So, my question to you, oh flist, is: how much is too much? I mean, I don't want to traumatise anybody!
And, lastly: bags. Has anyone found the [Red] messenger bag online at all? Because I badly need a messenger bag, and I'd like to have a look at that and probably order it if it's not fearfully ugly, but since there is nowhere in the country that sells [Red] stuff at all, and I can't find it on the interwebs to even order myself, I'm a bit stuck. Thoughts? Suggestions? Links?
Also, does anyone else think there is some kind of addictive substance in Rashuns? Because I have had, like, twenty of the lunch-sized bags of them in the last fortnight and omg stop me eating them please. Mmmm. Cheese-and-bacon-y. [ETA: Charlie! They're playing Playing it Straight on telly here! Ahahahaaha! Oh, memories.]
And now I have to try and make myself look cute for the work Christmas function. Eek. (This day has been excessively 'girly' for me. Wtf?!) But at least I got to talk to Kat on the phone, however briefly. YAY. *hearts the little sister* Oh, and I should write about 6K this weekend. Mmm. Deadlines. *takes Douglas Adams-y approach to them*