Black Doggerel

aah! went charity-shop pillaging with mum today in addition to grocery shopping. i now own two perfectly glorious purple tops, one in a sort of lushy plushy velourish fabric with white poppies printed on it and one in a silky slithery knitty glittery drapey fabric, with a V-neck practically down to the navel and a nice billowy drape over the bits I'm not so keen to show off.

generally, I do not own nice clothes. the last lot of decent clothes I acquired happened when my sister lost a lot of weight and gave me all the stuff that was too big for her now; and while she always looks good we're not built the same and don't like the same colours either (i'm allergic to all blues except jeans, and navy in particular; plus she has a thing for bile-green and mustard-coloured. It works for her, but.) so while i was glad to have the stuff there was nothing there that made my soul glad.

Well, except for these jeans.

anyway she got fat again after she had Maya, so that won't happen again for a while if ever. but today i have nice things and i am girlishly joyous.

I also have a new coffee machine - well, also second-hand, but I'd rather have an old classy thing than a cheap new one. They last longer. it has a nylon-mesh filtery thing so I won't have to get anxiety attacks over running out of filter papers. YAY.

it's the little things that make you happy.