take one woman with low self esteem, but quite good hair
add one moronic illness
stir in some medication which causes hair to fall out
mix it all up and this is what you get...
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Knowing
Wandering through town, trying to find something to wear for the wedding of the year. Something which doesn't make me want to cry should I happen to catch my reflection unawares.
Dresses are tricky on me. Waists are too high, skirts flare out just at the point where it's most unflattering, hems are too short. After many weekends of traipsing dejectedly in search of the non-existent "dress-that-looks-good-on-me", I have finally decreed that I shall wear trousers to this god-forsaken wedding. I very rarely wear anything untrouserlike, so why should I be different at a wedding? And let's face it, my legs are best just left lurking inside a trusty trouser leg rather than parading around on public display.
So, trousers it is, and of those I have many - but I'll need a nice top.
As I scour the same shops as before, this time looking for tops, not dresses, I decide to take a break for a browse around the bookshop. I very rarely buy new books, my brain quickly becoming bewildered by "l'embarras du choix" offered up by the high street bookstores. I prefer to get my books from charity shops, secure in the knowledge that I will have much less choice, a lower ticket price and the smugness of reuse. But on the odd occasion, I'll pop in to see what catches my eye.
And there, on the shelf, adjacent to the entrance, is something which immediately piques my interest.
I grasp it and read the blurb inside the cover:
I smirk. It is almost as if this book were written just for me. I make a mental note to buy it when it comes out in paperback.
In the meantime, I continue my quest for a wedding outfit, finally finding a blue silk tunic and miraculously matching blue shoes. I am interrupted by a text message from a friend:
I duly provide the information, and continue on my way.
Three days later
I receive a jiffy bag.
I open the jiffy bag.
Inside the jiffy bag is this:
Inside the book is this:
*
I love my friends.
* inscription reads: "may the pleasures outweigh the sorrows"
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Dresses are tricky on me. Waists are too high, skirts flare out just at the point where it's most unflattering, hems are too short. After many weekends of traipsing dejectedly in search of the non-existent "dress-that-looks-good-on-me", I have finally decreed that I shall wear trousers to this god-forsaken wedding. I very rarely wear anything untrouserlike, so why should I be different at a wedding? And let's face it, my legs are best just left lurking inside a trusty trouser leg rather than parading around on public display.
So, trousers it is, and of those I have many - but I'll need a nice top.
As I scour the same shops as before, this time looking for tops, not dresses, I decide to take a break for a browse around the bookshop. I very rarely buy new books, my brain quickly becoming bewildered by "l'embarras du choix" offered up by the high street bookstores. I prefer to get my books from charity shops, secure in the knowledge that I will have much less choice, a lower ticket price and the smugness of reuse. But on the odd occasion, I'll pop in to see what catches my eye.
And there, on the shelf, adjacent to the entrance, is something which immediately piques my interest.
I grasp it and read the blurb inside the cover:
... de Botton skillfully raises the big questions we all tend to ask of our work. What should I do with my life? How can I combine earning money with attaining fulfilment?...
I smirk. It is almost as if this book were written just for me. I make a mental note to buy it when it comes out in paperback.
In the meantime, I continue my quest for a wedding outfit, finally finding a blue silk tunic and miraculously matching blue shoes. I am interrupted by a text message from a friend:
Can I have your postal address? I have a present. W x
I duly provide the information, and continue on my way.
Three days later
I receive a jiffy bag.
I open the jiffy bag.
Inside the jiffy bag is this:
Inside the book is this:
*I love my friends.
* inscription reads: "may the pleasures outweigh the sorrows"
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