Today I went to Old Navy (yes, corporate fashion at its worst...but I am broke and they have cheap summer clothes). I got a pair of olive green, corduroy maryjanes--so cute--, a short sleeved white hoodie (a bit snug, but sexy, and fuck anyone who doesn't think my fat ass is hot), and three tank tops. Two tanks are ribbed with double vee neck (front and back), and they were seven bucks each! And the third is so pretty--it's black, with upper and lower lace, and it fits so well. Up at the cash register, I saw the "maternity" label.
Sometimes, all you can do is grin, laugh it off and keep going. It's comfy and looks good.
Today when my best girlfriend and I went for lunch (we are two of our foursome, the "Broads who Brunch" as opposed to "Ladies who Lunch"), we were sitting on a really nice outdoor patio, surrounded by greenery...it was sunny and shady and breezy and gorgeous. A woman at the table down from us got up, and started putting sunscreen on the tops of the ears across from her (her husband? father? uncle? friend?). My friend smiled. "That's love" she said, and laughed. And it was. And it made me think of how neat it would be to take written or spoken note of all the little acts of love we see around us in a day. I think I'll try.
Happy Canada Day, my lovelies!
Sometimes, all you can do is grin, laugh it off and keep going. It's comfy and looks good.
Today when my best girlfriend and I went for lunch (we are two of our foursome, the "Broads who Brunch" as opposed to "Ladies who Lunch"), we were sitting on a really nice outdoor patio, surrounded by greenery...it was sunny and shady and breezy and gorgeous. A woman at the table down from us got up, and started putting sunscreen on the tops of the ears across from her (her husband? father? uncle? friend?). My friend smiled. "That's love" she said, and laughed. And it was. And it made me think of how neat it would be to take written or spoken note of all the little acts of love we see around us in a day. I think I'll try.
Happy Canada Day, my lovelies!
Nevertheless, I will say I am currently indebted to Remington for helping get me a jorb, to Sullen Actor and his pal ClownBoy for helping me move, to Steven for taking me out for a nice lunch once a week, and to kaffeine for always giving good advice when I am feeling depressed and confused by the stream of boys that flit in and out of my life. Those seem like acts of love, or at least friendship, done for selfless reasons.
I'll let you know if I stumble across any more of 'em.