Donna and I went shopping for clothes for the Aurealis Awards. She has a lovely outfit. I am tossing up going naked; in t-shirt and leggings; or maybe finding something old that works. I put on lost weight with all the crises and new clothes are not a wise option. They would be a wiser option if I were a size 14, but, as I explained to Donna, I haven't been a size 14 since I was twelve. I'm overweight and I have big bones (both - I know - it's pure greed to want big bones and fat together) and I just don't have the money to buy something new and glitzy, especially as the minute I lose the recent weight again (which I must, for health reasons) it will be consigned to the dungeons of unwearability. The clothes I was saving for just such a problem-time were, in fact in the bags of stolen clothes. This doesn't mean I have no options. It just means that the options will come from the depths of my clothes cupboard and I won't be as dressy as others. Since I very seldom *am* as dressy as others* this is not unexpected. And spending time with friends is never time wasted.
The real news, of course, is that the DVD I shall use as background to my writing today is The Bob and Son of Blob. If blobs don't go the distance, I have Invaders from Mars.
*price of shape and health issues - eczema leaves scars, it seems, even when it's been mostly clear for years.