I promised myself I would stop and blog the next time I had a thought like, "I will have to remember to blog that," not that I normally use blog as a verb.
I was just out walking Riley, which entails walking to the mailboxes and maybe around one building. Often, while waiting for it to cool down, I wait too long and she can't see me or anything because her vision is terrible.
Jennyway, she was wandering through the grass and I touched my face and felt something odd: my cheekbone. I mean, it's always been there, and I could always feel it- it just felt more present, which I guess it is. I have been playing tennis a lot, which is part of the reason I haven't been here, and I am seeing a difference in my legs. And a few weeks ago I noticed that my tank top fit differently- a way that was unfamiliar but nice.
Which reminds me... I went shirt shopping in a clearance section recently and of the two things that fit best, neither was appealing to me. They made me sad, as did the fitting room's angled mirrors. In a moment of clarity, I put it all on the return rack and went through the store again. I picked out all the fun things and paid no attention to price. I found that a lot of it fit quite well, and I could decide based on what I liked rather than what was ok. I bought two shirts that night that I LOVE, and while they were not clearance priced, they were reasonable. And they were items I could wear right now, not items I could wear once ___________.
Duly noted.
So much so, if fact, that I followed the same rule at another store and found a pair of capri PANTS did you hear that PANTS that look and feel fantastic. I have a 99% denim policy because it's what I feel looks best and they're so damn comfy, but I finally found a pair that do that in cloth. Holy shit, it's only been like 10 years that I've been looking for these.
So I went to the kiosk and ordered another pair. Worth it. Especially since it has been 100 degrees for days.
