Commercial lust

In an attempt to avoid doing anything useful this morning I have been shopping online and I am in love. Irregular choice shoes are just beautiful beyond words and when I get married, they are the one thing I know I will wear. Because I won't be marrying my dear other half, I will be marrying the shoes. Just look at them. Look. 

Look at the gorgeous gut glass style heel and the velvet inner. The fabric has been crafted so beautifully it's practically a sculpture. 

Get cutie dresses are another thing that make me once again feel the urge to just rip out the entire contents of my wardrobe and start from scratch. When it comes down to it I lust after all these beautiful clothes and constantly end up wearing the same old practical, comfortable things. 


This is me in my head                                                   

...and in reality. Tshirts and jeans win.

Determined this will change. Starting tomorrow. Bed is too good.

So I did exactly what I expected to do and stopped using this for anything, but I will not be defeated! So I'm back. And I have some updates on all those lofty goals I listed. Actually I take that back. I moaned at myself under headings and said that I wouldn't put all the things I wanted to do off until the new year. Which I promptly did. D'oh.

So.

Activities:
Picking up. I re-started the work choir, joined another in Turnham Green and tonight will be my first step to re-discovering Gilbert and Sullivan. I never really un-discovered them really, just laid them aside I suppose. Anyhoo, looking forward to it, they're doing the Gondoliers, the first show I ever did, and now I'm dithering over whether or not to try for Tessa (always thought that the Tessa in my first producion was awful)

On gaming, I think I've reached the end of the road with Warcraft. It was always a solial thing for me, and if my friends aren't on it then I'm not on it either. It's seved me well though.

And a surprising turn in art! Got fed up of listening to the man complain that the band didn't have any decent art options so I got out the oil pastels. Need to finish it though.

Fitness:
A few steps made, but by no means on the straight and narrow yet. I've started a food diary, though lapsed on it this week (oops) and my digestive difficulties (yuck) are getting better. Though I think they currently need full time medical help. However. Must. Go. To. Gym.

Job:
Awful. There’s never been a worse time to be in the civil service in the whole time I’ve been here. Such a lot of uncertainty, and I could cope with that if I actually felt like I was being useful. But I don’t. I’m writing this at work FFS.  What I would give for someone to tell me there’s a publicity job in the music industry. I’d be out of here in a shot. One can but hope, eh?

Altogether this is a time of change for me, and I'm optimistic. Just have to live through some crap first.