Sometimes I feel like I’m living in a fun house. You know, the room with the weird-arsed mirrors. When I see my reflection, I’m either much fatter or much thinner than I am in my mind.
After the gym today, I wandered through Target with no intention to buy, after all I have no money until payday. I really need a coat though. Is it just me or do other people suffer from the cold so much more now? I have to say this for fat, it’s damn fine insulation. Maybe I should have kept some it around to line my walls. All my life I’ve hated those thin chicks who bitch about the cold. “Get some meat on ya bones,” I’d yell at them. And now I am one!
So I saw the cutest duffel coat with a furry parka style hood. I had to try it on. Just had to. I checked myself in the mirror and was like – “holy shit, I’m THIN!!!” It hit me like a right hook from Mahammod Ali. I’ve thought before that I look better or thinner, but never thin.
Of course, next time I look in the mirror, I’ll be expecting it and I’ll be amazed at how fat I am but, for now, I have the thin image of me in my head.
Anyway they have 25% off coats at the moment and it might not have been there on pay day and I’ve already dipped into my rent money to get my Martha Wainwright ticket so I thought what the hell? Did I mean I look like a full on 60s mod chick in it? Did I mean I love my coat? Which might be real handy when I’m using it to cover me on that park bench I’ll soon be calling home.
This has completely solidified my decision to get a 60s style mod hair bob – shorter at the back with layeredy bits curling onto my face. Oh yeah, and the home colour looks fab. I really like my hair darker. (And, for M, it’s a Soft Colour – semi permanent).
Priceline also had these Garnier highlight kits for pretty cheap and they looked easy to use so I think I might put some highlights in next week. They only came in various blonde shades though and I’d prefer red but then everything goes red in my hair anyway. The only time I’ve ever sucessfully gone blonde, it took three applications of triple strength bleach and my scalp has never been the same since.
It’s almost definite my sister is moving in next week. She’s sold her car and bought her plane ticket. She thought my mum would be upset but mum is pleased to see the back of her – lol. I have mixed feelings about it – she can be a burden at times (and if you are reading this, Anita, stop snooping around on my computer) but it means she can supervise the eveness of my highlights and do other girlie girl things with me.
Finally, for everyone who commented saying they don’t know who Martha Wainwright is – you should check her out. In the immoral words of Molly, “do yourself a favour”. You won’t regret it.