I bought a lovely new pair of jeans last week. The inseam was too long and I had to take it to the seamstress to get it shortened. You know how you've got to put them jeans on and maybe slip into a pair of shoe for the seamstress to check where to tack them in?

Well. I walked in, changed into my jeans and climbed onto the nearest pair of shoes with the highest heel. Except that I don't own any shoes of that ridiculous heel measurement (DUH). Now my altered jeans are about an inch and a half longer than i'd like. I would take them in again, but it costs a fortune to alter (one of those fancy 'tricky hems' where the original worn-in hem is reattached back to the cut leg with microsurgery precision). Aaargh.

Why I do things like that, I have no answer. What was I thinking at that time?!?? I'll have a growth spurt which will see me shoot up a couple of inches more? Was I thinking at all? I can't remember.

The inexplicable actions of the being that is tgwttihs.

P.S. In light of my current financial situation, I guess this is an extravagant purchase. Well.. what can I say now. Time to turn on scrooge mode and see if I can turn things around. Fresh air and sunshine, anyone?