This dress I stopped wearing because it only looked good with a belt. I put a new waist in. Hurray! I cut off that thread you can see dangling, don't worry.
This dress was big enough to house a couple of my children at the same time. They have been evicted.
This is my favourite flannel shirt from when I was a lot younger:
I'm pretty sure I got it in the eighties, from my mother, when I was in secondary school. That much younger. It had a very eighties baggy shape. I made the sleeves smaller, tightened the waist up and put in two lines in the back. Can you see the right one? Can you see it? Can you? I'm very excited about this. I wore it out to singing tonight, I'm so excited about it.
Then I had to cook and in my excited state with my orange shirt on, I bought a pitiful amount of Indian marinated chicken at the butchers. I was thinking more about the bread I still had to go and buy, and the new pin box I needed to find, and then home and homework and guitar practice and singing and cooking - I simply didn't think it through. A few hundred grams of meat - sure, that will feed five. Then I got home and put it on the surface and realised there was nothing there. And then the non-expert came out and I added raisins, pineapple, beer
and then an apple yoghurt
And then, because it still wasn't very much, a whole box of couscous. It was gorgeous.
I felt all happy and competent and whatnot, and then on my way back from singing I realised that what I've been doing is 'procrastinating: the expert level'. For weeks now, I've been walking around with fragments of my next novel (says the unpublished novelist) and ideas floating around, but I've been too chicken to sit down and write seriously. My go-to zen guru even tried to remind me earlier. Tomorrow, I need to sit down for five minutes and just write. I can write crap, I can hate it, I can stop after five minutes and not come back, but I have to find a notebook and a pen, go somewhere quiet (I have two children at home tomorrow), and write something down. Anything.
(Yes, I can see the irony of spending half an hour writing this instead of getting started right now.)