Hier kommt die Sonne...
I was supposed to write another longish description of the past few days, but can't. Won't.
Sun has returned! W00t! I had no idea how much I had missed it. But here it is, shining in all its glory from a cloudless sky. Sun is my bestest friend.
A brief summary, if anyone has the energy to read:
- Passed the final exam with flying colors, I actually got the second highest grade. Go me! As if it would make any difference in any way to any employer, but it's nice to know myself.
- I am now a striped creature. I just got back from a hair dresser and boy did she make mee look good. Although she nearly made me panic at one point when she went: "What's this? I'm sure this wasn't supposed to do this..." and she mentioned the colour blue. I think I have now found the hair salon I can go to without the nagging fear that I might have to wear a paper bag over my head for the next couple of months.
There are some things you do not want to hear from either a doctor or a hair dresser...
- Buying a pair of trousers seems to be an impossible task. The last attempt got me another black skirt, 6 fabulous drinking glasses I have no idea where to put in my already too full cabinets and a red shirt. Yes, you read it right. A red shirt. I am capable of wearing other colors than black. Said shopping spree was one of the best I've had in ages, a good friend E from way up north was visiting us southern dwellers, and in the end we found ourselves sharing a pitcher of margaritas between 3 women. Good day, all in all.
But yeah, that's it. No big news and still no big thoughts. Thank you for your time ;)
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1 Comments:
Trouser shopping. Tell me about it. Jeans, no problem - got lots of those. Skirts, yes, all good. A pair of black trousers that doesn't make me look short with thighs like tree trunks and an arse like a sack of potatoes... no chance. Stuff the Holy Grail - I'm on a quest for the trousers.
And when you say "Stripy", you don't mean it in the sense of the best Till quote ever, about Richard's haircut- "he had a long ponytail, short at the front with blond streaks - basically he looked like a stripy squirrel", do you?
Lou
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