Booties

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It’s been raining quite a bit the past couple of days. I don’t mind the rain and Coco hardly seems to notice it, so of course this weather has been perfect to break in Coco’s new booties. He was walking funny when I had him try them on at home which gave me a good laugh, but pretty soon he was trotting around like an old pro. I never thought I’d be one of these people who dresses up a small dog (or a dog of any size, come to think of it), but there you have it, the temptation is just too strong to resist!

In other Coco-related news, I got myself a new bicycle last week and outfitted it with a basket so doggie and me can enjoy rides together. It’s so much fun and Coco looks like he’s done it before, though of course I can’t help but worry about the bike getting stolen (bike theft is really bad in Montreal) or that I’ll stumble on a rock and that we’ll both go flying. Guess I’ll have to shop around for a bike helmet for the little one. I wonder if they make them that small?

Pics by Smiler

Notes From the Cave

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It would seem that the cats and I have entered a state of hibernation this month. I’ve been on battery-saving mode for a while now, which is a good thing because I also happen to be completely broke for the next week or so. Which is actually quite funny considering I have a closet-full of cashmere, seriously gorgeous (and stupidly expensive) brand new Belstaff boots and some beautiful handmade Little Bowls by local artist Dorothy Deschamps, to name just those very few things. The bowls I got at the Souk @ SAT on an outing to look at affordable contemporary design with my lovely friend K last Friday, which is where I also found out my spending had finally reached it’s absolute limit. We both got jars of Ethiopian spiced coffee, I got myself a silk knot necklace and a tasteful do-it-yourself cardboard Canadian log cabin for the cats. And the little bowls (also known as pinch pots) of course. I was also very tempted by several very cool stuffed dolls, ultra-modern laser-cut wood hangers, a handmade pink-glazed ceramic figurine of a geisha with a deer head (which I thought could inspire quite a few paintings), letterpressed stationery, lots of great ceramic mugs and dishes and various small items—from salt shakers to side tables—for the house. K was much more reasonable than me and only got a pair of the miniature golden bowls to give to a much beloved auntie in Prague, which is where K and her family will be spending the holidays this year. I know auntie V will be pleased with the bowls.

Above, just a couple of pictures I took while I played around with the QuadCamera application on my iPhone—you can see them all by clicking here. Below, my small collection of pinch pots.

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Pro Re Nata

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If all else fails, I’ll just have to find a cargo of original formula 7-Up.

PRN: “Pro re nata” in Latin, literally meaning “for the thing born” and commonly used in medicine to mean “as needed” or “as the situation arises.” A term I wish I had been cognizant of from the very first, when my diagnosis was initially confirmed. Why? Because it would have given me the ability to converse with some of the more… stubborn psychiatrists I’ve had the great displeasure of meeting with over the years, in a language which they would likely have better understood and respected. For reasons I will never understand, most of the old-school shrinks insist on treating any given diagnosis in the least imaginative way possible. Lithium has been proven to work for bipolar disorder, and so lithium they insist on prescribing until the patient’s dying day. No PRN option available here: it needs to be taken daily and on a regular schedule to ensure optimal blood levels (please note: other mood stabilizers are also frequently prescribed, but lithium seems to be on top of the list). For my part, it’s mostly been effective in preventing me from feeling energetic or excited about just about anything (other than shopping of course) and generally kept me on the low end of the mood spectrum, which is where most shrinks agree is the safest alternative when dealing with BPD. In other words: their main concern is preventing the manic “highs” which for medical reasons are deemed to be the most dangerous phase and which coincidentally are often the times when patients feel their best and in many cases, most creative. I’ve asked them over and over again: Please, I beg you, there must be something better out there for me? But they never budged, leaving me no choice but to stop the treatments in hopes that I’d somehow manage to overcome my chemical deficiencies through sheer willpower, something that hasn’t proved to be entirely feasible. Until now.

Of course, it’s much too early to tell yet, but thanks to Dr. F, who has listened to me with respect and open mind and agreed to try other courses of treatment, I’ve been completely lithium-free for almost two weeks now, and we’ve decided that (for now) instead of replacing said lithium with yet another mood stabilizer which would also require regular intake and the inevitable ensuing as-yet unknown side-effects, we’ll simply augment the dosage PRN of another mood stabilizer I’ve been taking all along in very small doses (to help control anxiety), but only if and when I feel myself getting a bit too high; i.e. three days or more of talking more than I want to, feeling no need for food and sleep, having grandiose plans and countless mind-blowing ideas (what some people might compare to a cocaine high) would be my signal to augment the dosage just enough to prevent me from flying too close to the sun and getting my wings burned yet again and again.

May just work. Then again, may not. But at least we’ll get to find out. PRN: Please Refrain from Nagging me (to take drugs that don’t make me feel good). Or better yet: Please Respect (my) Nature.

Aimless, Designless & Desultory

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Arts & Crafts really is my favourite session each week. I’m discovering that I’m not all that resistant to creating art after all, it’s just that I seem to do better in a space that is devoted to such occupations, decently equipped, kept as safe as possible with plenty of positive encouragement and scheduled on a regular basis. All things, as it happens, I can’t presently find at home. This mosaic project I’m working on will ostensibly end up as a hot plate or trivet, but I don’t really care about the end result—to me it’s the process that counts—namely finding out how pleasant said process can be when the right conditions are present. As I mentioned before, I had all kinds of grand ideas at first on where I wanted to go with this mosaic project and then, finding that I was putting too much pressure on myself, I did what I do best, pressed on the random button and watched as something emerged which both surprised and delighted me. I can’t remember the last time something like that happened.

I found the following in the Thesaurus section on Merriam-Webster.com. What struck me first is how pejorative the word “random” can be, according to different interpretation:

Synonyms: aimless, designless, desultory, haphazard, hit-or-miss, indiscriminate, irregular, objectless, promiscuous, purposeless, slapdash, spot, unaimed, unconsidered, unplanned; compare ACCIDENTAL
Related Word: contingent, fluky, fortuitous, incidental, odd
Contrasted Words: arranged, organized, planned; methodical, systematic; deliberate, purposeful
Antonyms: purposive”

When I think of randomness I think about the fortuitous aspect of it. Granted in the example provided above, the colours here don’t look anything like the original, which makes it hard to appreciate their subtlety or artistry. It’s also a fact that I spent a considerable amount of time painstakingly choosing each tile and that I eventually came up with a simple grid system to bring a little sense of order to the whole, which I guess can’t be said to be completely random methods (if there were such a thing). I had to make a deliberate choice to put a deadline on it so I can start making something else, otherwise I could all too well imagine myself spending countless hours fine-tuning the piece in some blind quest for perceived “perfection”. Perfection is overrated, bring on the flukes!

Pic by Smiler taken with my iPhone

“Nuit de Serendip”

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“Nuit de Serendip” is the name of the scent of these Manuel Canovas candles. As I wrote on my eBay listing: “Nuit de Serendip” is a scent which envelops the senses, with floral and sensuous notes combining freesia, tuberose, jasmine and orange blossom.” I got them this week on Greene Ave, which is a small street in Westmount with a bunch of exclusive shops where rich Westmounters can pay double retail prices on upscale merchandise. There was this lovely paper store that I had stopped in once or twice over the years which was having a big closing sale—everything half-price. I grabbed a bunch of gorgeous wrapping papers—I have a collection of them and keep telling myself I’ll give out more gifts or start an art project someday—and then started looking around for things I might be able to sell on eBay. The store was half-empty but there were still all kinds of things left, like there gorgeous photo albums which cost small fortunes and some baby items that I was sure would sell and then I saw this collection of Manuel Canovas stuff which had been heavily plundered, though I managed to find these two candles which were still intact in their boxes. The scent was (and is) heavenly. Even at 50% off they were still expensive and I thought I should only buy things that I would want for myself, in case they didn’t sell on eBay as expected (happens sometimes). Somehow I doubt they’ll get sold because they aren’t what you’d call a bargain to begin with and even less so after you add on the shipping cost…

I seem to have followed my own advice on the blog this week, when I posted that quote about putting things off ‘till after tomorrow. I didn’t mean to, but then I started writing a blog post that was going nowhere and since it was late and I was tired, I just put it off and next thing you know, three days had gone by. Which is why I feel guilty about keeping scented candles for myself. You light them and before you know it 40 hours have gone by (so to speak) and all you’re left with is a jar full of soot. At least I’ve got a nice picture to remember them by. Whether I sell them or not they’ll be gone soon enough.

Photo by Smiler

little things that make me happy

I’m living proof that progress is not linear. I start doing the right thing and before you know it I slide back into old habits. I manage to overcome huge challenges, only to end up being overwhelmed by seemingly smaller ones. One second I’m on top of the world and the next I’m trying to hang on to the other side of it… I could beat myself up about it, and there are plenty of times when I do. But then there are plenty of times when I just let myself off the hook and focus on finding little bits of happiness here and there. Yesterday there happened to be a nice light inside the apartment, a very rare thing at anytime but especially in mid-winter. I grabbed my camera and went hunting around my place to photograph things that give me some measure of pleasure.

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The cats sitting on their kitchen stool.

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Neatly stacked cashmere sweaters.

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An accessory that looks like it cost more than it actually did.

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Quality organic products.

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Horn-rimmed glasses with little feet on them—they help me see AND they’re pretty.

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Mimi looking adorable in her funny poses.

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A bright new springy top in the heart of winter.

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My old clock which looks as good whether it’s ticking or not.

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Hanging on to a few special objects that are pretty and even useful.

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The cats’ place mat.

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Repetition creating order. Or lazy tricks to make my place look neat.

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My own little treasures (empty boxes and all).

Winter Wonderland Wevisited

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This was the view from my balcony somewhere before 4:00 pm this afternoon. I remember looking up from the computer around 3 and being amazed at how much light there still was outside and especially in the apartment, which these days is cavernous by that hour. My pictures don’t do it justice though. That kind of luminosity is difficult to capture. It was all because of the snow of course, which had been falling softly for 36 hours or so. When we Montrealers woke up on Tuesday morning, it was our first Winter Wonderland of the year. To think the year is almost over… well I’d rather not. Instead I just keep myself busy. Lately, as some of you already know, I took up selling on eBay. This week I even opened up my own little store! For now it’s just an extension of last summer’s garage sale so I’m mostly concentrating on emptying my drawers and closets. I’ve sold quite a few items already, not bad for a beginner. This week, my holey old cashmere sweaters aren’t garnering quite as much interest, so I’m taking that as a personal challenge and decided I WILL find a marketing angle that’ll grab a buyer or two. Everyday I’m taking photos of new items and writing up ads and answering buyer’s questions. Even had to order some boxes from a wholesaler because it was becoming impractical to source them at stores every time (without a car it’s just punishing). It’s a lot of work, but it’s fun too, so even though I’m not exactly making wads of cash, it’s still worth the experience. And my closets are finally getting almost decluttered enough that I can open the doors without the risk of starting an avalanche. Almost. My goal is to sell stuff until I’ve actually created enough space to put NEW stuff in. That might not be the challenge of the century, but it’s something. If you want to check out my store, by all means drop by at http://stores.ebay.ca/Smilers-Neighborhood-Shop FYI, the layout isn’t exactly up to my standards but it was: use one of their lame templates or teach myself HTML in a couple of days so I could create my own. I’ll let you guess which option I went with.

Thirteen Things that are Keeping Me Busy [#31]

Well I know I haven’t been terribly communicative lately. I don’t really notice time going by but then when I get phone calls and emails from my loved ones saying “are you ok?” I know I’m overdue to post something. Since it’s already Thursday today, that means it’s time to make my list of thirteen things. Here goes:

1. I’ve finally discovered eBay. I mean really discovered it. Because of course I’ve known about it for years and bought plenty of things there. But now that I’ve finally become a seller, I can really appreciate what a well-oiled machine it is.

2. Finally! The cat scratching post arrived this morning! The UPS guy dragged me out of bed shortly after I’d set a “snooze” on my alarm clock. The post took 30 seconds to put together and it’ll probably take as many days for the kitties to feel safe to approach it. Fritz, in true Fritz fashion spends all his time sitting in the box it came in, but I managed to lure him onto the post for a short while with some catnip. Clearly, I’m more excited about having that thing in the house than they are.

3. No, the UPS man and I are not having a thing. Anybody who knows me will probably agree that it’s not likely anytime soon for me to have a thing with an large man who wears a brown uniform for a living.

4. And besides, one thing that’s clearly not keeping me busy is any kind of preoccupation with dating, romance or anything remotely sexual. After all these years of being desperate to find the ‘man of my dreams’ it’s such a relief!

5. Oops, just got a notice from eBay saying one of my items didn’t sell and do I want to re-list it? Yes I do but clearly I need to work on the listing, title and/or price if it failed to attract any bidders. Brb. Eventually.

6. Done. Here’s the link to my item in case you’re interested. If you click on “View Seller’s other items” link on the right towards the top of the page you’ll be able to see all my things that are currently for sale. Plenty more where that came from.

7. Just got back from the post office. Had a couple of eBay items that needed to get posted today. The post office is right next to the farmer’s market and at this time of year there are hundreds and hundreds of pine trees waiting for homes. Smells wonderful. That’s about as much Christmas as I’ll be getting this year and that’s fine with me.

8. The whole MacBook story has become a real saga. I ordered a MacBook (13”) last week and then canceled it because didn’t think I’d be happy with the small screen. Now the funds are frozen on my credit card. That kept me busy on the phone for a couple of days. Said to Apple people: “so let me get this straight, because I wanted to buy one Apple computer and then changed my mind now I’m not allowed to buy another Apple computer? Is that how it works???” Grrr. It’s giving me plenty of time to think and yes, I’m really really sure I want the MacBook Pro. Even if it costs an arm and a leg.

9. Then I got this really helpful Apple guy. He’s suggested different configurations to try and save me $$$ but I’ve realized there’s nothing doing: it’s the 15” or it’s nothing. Actually… can’t be nothing because now that I’ve decided to upgrade, there’s no going back. So Joel (that’s his name) offered me $100 (CAD) off and express delivery for free. For all my troubles he said. Which is awesome. So awesome I’ve developed a thing for Joel. Only when can I actually purchase my computer please? Master Card people? Hello?? Can I have my money back now please?

10. Did I mention that selling stuff on eBay is a lot of work? Take it from me, it’s a lot of work. But it’s fun work. First you have to take good pictures of the stuff you’re trying to sell. Then you have to write a glowing description of the stuff in question, only you can’t make it too much like an advertisement, because you have to actually tell the truth about what you’re selling. Coffee stains, scratches, discoloration and all. Talk about truth in advertising. And then you have to decide on a price to start the bidding at. Now that’s the really tough part.

11. Sun goes down around 4:30 these days. Drives me nuts. I get out to go to the post office around five o’clock and there’s people milling about everywhere, just getting back from work and doing their groceries and whatnot. It’s weird. Usually darkness means the streets are deserted. It’s all so confusing…

12. I really put in an effort and got out there on Main street (St-Catherine) and asked shop keepers for their discarded boxes and tissue wrapping paper so I could ‘re-use’ and also ‘save on costs’ but I caved today and called a supplier. There’s only so much begging I can do. I have 25 flat 12” x 12” x 5” boxes and 480 kraft colored (i.e. unbleached) wrapping tissue sheets coming my way. Kraft paper however, is impossible to find. They’ll only sell it in 900 foot long rolls and at 30 lbs each. Maybe I should order a roll and do a kraft paper decor in my home. Kraft paper wallpaper. Every single item in the apartment wrapped in kraft paper. Yes, even kraft paper cats. And then of course, I’ll have to make some kind of kraft paper object to sell on eBay.

13. I will use up each and every one of those boxes to send my sold items on eBay. Even if that means having to buy more stuff that I can sell again. I just can’t have those boxes lying around here forever. But then of course I’ll end up using up all the boxes and have to order more to package the extra bits of new stuff I’ll have lying around, and so on and so forth.

On Writing, eBaying, and Baking Cookies

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Sometimes I wish time would just sit down and take a rest once in a while. Even with all the time I have on my hands, I barely have time to attend to all the things I want to do on any given day. This month my biggest time gobbler is my NaNoWriMo project, but in truth it’s mostly taking up head space rather than actual time. I can sit there for two hour tops and bang out two thousand words with a minimum of effort, but the story is there in the back of my mind all the time. Thinking about these characters I’ve made up and wondering what they want out of life and where they’re going to next is quite an exercise when I can barely figure out what I’m going to be doing with my own life from one day to the next. Apparently, many writers enjoy playing God to their characters. According to every good writer I’ve taken advice from, I’m supposed to torture my characters and put them through hell, but mostly I don’t have the heart to make them suffer like that. So I’ve decided that everybody in my story has secrets so terrible that they hold on to them until they inevitably explode—or implode, depending on their temperaments—and only they can tell me when they’re ready for that to happen. I don’t know if that makes me a good or a bad writer, but I do know it helps to spread the responsibility around a little bit. Not for me playing God. How does he handle all that crushing responsibility?

These days I’ve had to make a choice between blogging or… novelling. And then there’s been that other thing which is “should I be blogging, novelling or… eBaying.” My stupid spell-check doesn’t want me to write the words ‘novelling’ and much less ‘eBaying’, but that’s just too bad, because when you’re as consumed by activities as I tend to be, you’re not just “writing an novel” or “selling on eBay” no. You become novel writing and your whole world starts to look like the inside of the eBay interface. I’d been wanting to sell on eBay for years, and there was always something keeping me from doing it. Mostly I thought it seemed too complicated, but when I finally figured out that there are loads of complete morons selling on eBay too, I decided why shouldn’t I join them? So my place right now looks like I’m the process of moving. There are boxes of every size with just one item in them just piling up everywhere, and all we’re waiting on is for bidders to do their thing so that I can put my old crap through the mail and make new room for all the new crap I keep bringing home. It’s a good system. Makes sense to me. Now I’m looking at everything in my place as a potential eBay sales item. Even my lovely Mimi who’s just now wrapped herself up in a leopard-print blanket with just her black tail sticking out. I think: “no how could I preserve this moment so I can write up a listing and sell it to the highest bidder?”. “Cat in a blanket for sale”. That’s kind of catchy, isn’t it? I doubt I’ll be making much money out of the whole eBay thing because they really kill you with all the necessary extras that end up costing an arm and a leg all in hopes that one more gadget is going to get more people to notice your stuff. It did occur to me that eBay could possibly help turn me into the next Mrs Fields with my yummy, crumbly, lemony oatmeal cookies, but I’d have to check first if they’ll put food on the bidding block. Which brings me to…

The recipe! Now obviously if I share the recipe, my cookie empire dream will crumble before it ever gets a chance to get started, but I’m not too worried, because the fact is I haven’t perfected the recipe yet. Which is why it’s taken me all this time to finally share it with you. As it is, this recipe is basically glorified apple crumble topping, and as we all know, apple crumble is… crumbly. Which is part of what makes this recipe appealing to me because I happen to like cookie crumbs, though I realize this aspect of these cookies will probably doom them to only a limited commercial success. I’ve gained many pounds, all in the name of concocting the perfect oatmeal cookie, and though I’m not quite there yet and there are more sample batches to devour, I’ll share my findings so far.

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Delicious “Country Style” Crumbly Oatmeal Cookies

Ingredients:
1 1/2 cup oats (slow cooking is best but quick is ok too)
1 1/4 cup unbleached flour
3/4 cup packed brown sugar
2 tablespoons freshly ground flax seeds
2 tablespoons wheat germ
1 tablespoon cinnamon
1 teaspoon salt
chopped lemon rind from a whole lemon
3/4 cup butter cut into small cubes (room temperature)

Warm oven to 375º. Combine and mix all dry ingredients including lemon rind until well blended. Add the butter and work the mixture into a dough. The dough should have a crumbly consistency, but should hold it’s shape when you form and handful of it into a ball. If it doesn’t hold, add a little bit of butter. On a large greased cookie sheet, form balls of dough and then press them down into thinner circular shapes. Bake for 10-15 minutes. The cookies are ready when the edges start to brown slightly.

A note about substituting ingredients: of course you can substitute whatever you want, but you won’t be making the same cookies! That being said, if you use bleached flower and want to skip the flax seeds and wheat germ (which add texture and nutrition) make sure to use a total of 1 1/2 cup flour. I do feel strongly about substituting butter—which there is plenty of in this recipe—because nothing else makes baked goods taste so heavenly, but if must, use margarine, but NEVER shortening! If you want to use less butter, which is a binding ingredient in this recipe, you’ll have to add one to two eggs. This will make the mixture very sticky and you will have to use plenty of flour to roll the dough down and use cookie cutters since it’ll be too sticky to manipulate with your hands. This makes for less crumbles and a neater-looking cookie, but I like them crumbly and messy.

Let me know how it goes!

Trying On My Thinking Caps

I’m sitting here in my new striped pajama pants—that would be a horizontal stripe—that I just got from my J Crew order, but more importantly I’m wearing a hat on my head. Not that it’s that cold at my place. And yes I am wearing a top, just in case you’re wondering. It’s not that kind of blog here. I needed to decide which of two recently purchased hats I should be returning—I don’t tolerate wool very well—so the best way to figure out which hat I can wear is to try them on for long periods at a time. Right now I have a gray cashmere hat on from J Crew—it’s sooooft, it’s a pleasure to have on, it barely itches my super sensitive skin but looks-wise, it’s just dull and gray. The other hat, which I’ll switch into right now actually, is made with super soft wool by SmartWool. Looks wise: way cute (see scan below) but yes, a little itchy after a while. Under normal circumstances, I might just keep both of them but I went a little bit crazy last week and also put aside a Harricana aviator hat lined with recycled raccoon fur, which a non-refundable deposit. In my defense, the showroom happens to be a block away from my place and I’ve had my eye on those hats for a good five years now, but yes, all that conspicuous consumption is damn near crazy especially considering that I lose sleep at night wondering what I’ll live on when I’m older and grayer.

I’ve decided I should take the saying “Let me put my thinking cap on” literally to see if wearing one of the two hats—or maybe both of them at once—helps me write my way to a better place with my NaNoWriMo novel. I’m not concerned about meeting my 50,000 word count since I’m doing great as far as that goes. Quantity has never been my problem as any regular reader of this blog must know. But this year, I started with a good story idea and I thought I’d take advantage of NaNoWriMo to help me dash off a first draft as quickly as possible, so I could then continue working on what would be my first novel. But for the past few days it’s been impossible to ignore that no matter how fun it is to write, my story is going nowhere fast. My writer mom has already sent me some great advice such as re-examining my characters and their motivations and also rethinking what made me want to write this story in the first place. I’ll be sure to give it a go—just as soon as the thinking cap has done it’s job.

In the meantime I’d rather goof around and try on clothes (that fit) and look at my My eBay page every couple of minutes since the bidding for the very first item I’ve put up for sale is ending soon. I’m praying for a bidding war because as it is, I’m basically giving that handbag away. In the J Crew order I got today there were two pairs of corduroy pants which I was sure wouldn’t fit—although I did order sizing to fit my current body and when I tried them on, they both fit perfectly. Which I can’t say about every other pair or pants and jeans in my wardrobe which look like they’re cut for a doll (was I ever really that small?) and even though I had said I don’t want to buy anything in my current size, the fact is I can’t be wearing yoga pants and sweats all the time (especially at work—hello?). But the moment I decided to keep them, the first thought that ran through my head was “Oh cool! Now I can eat more of my oatmeal cookies!” the second thought was “Yes, I will go run it all off at the gym soon enough”. And yes, I will share the cookie recipe on my next post, I’ve got the pics taken and ready to go.

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