The Boy has a new pair of wellies, and I have a new pair of shoes. We both look great.
Now I just have to resist the urge to slip back into those disgusting old boots that I've worn all winter.
I've been contemplating my wardrobe quite a lot lately, in a bemused way. I'm the same dress size that I was before I was pregnant, but I feel a totally different shape. Clothes that (I'm pretty sure) used to look special now look...wrong.
Once again, I'm grateful that I'm on sabbatical - the meetings are few and far between so I only look a wreck in the eyes of my PhD students. Not good for my self-esteem, but not doing anyone any harm.
The shoes should help. But will I be able to resist the powerful lure of those sloppy winter boots?!
Now I just have to resist the urge to slip back into those disgusting old boots that I've worn all winter.
I've been contemplating my wardrobe quite a lot lately, in a bemused way. I'm the same dress size that I was before I was pregnant, but I feel a totally different shape. Clothes that (I'm pretty sure) used to look special now look...wrong.
Once again, I'm grateful that I'm on sabbatical - the meetings are few and far between so I only look a wreck in the eyes of my PhD students. Not good for my self-esteem, but not doing anyone any harm.
The shoes should help. But will I be able to resist the powerful lure of those sloppy winter boots?!
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