Nothing to report
Must blog, despite the fact that both Blogger and my poor little computer appear to be having nervous breakdowns right now. The cursor is having difficulty keeping up with my fingers. (Type like the wind, little fingers.) Also, lack inspiration.
I could tell you about Mabel's trip to the dentist this morning for her very first filling. It was meant to be a crown, but she wriggled too much. I hope the filling holds, because I don't feel like doing that again soon.
Or about how I wore the skinny jeans yesterday, told Facebook about it, and was then led down a rabbit-hole of paranoia about why so many of my female friends were liking my status. Had I worded it amusingly? (Good.) Did they think skinny jeans on me sounded like a good idea? (Good.) Were they secretly laughing at how ridiculous I must look in my skinny jeans and congratulating themselves on the fact that either they look better in theirs or have the sense not to wear any? (Not so good.)
Why must we women tear each other down? Oh wait, I did all that tearing down by myself. The comments were nothing but supportive. I stopped thinking about it, was happy not to have half a square yard of denim flapping wetly around my ankles in the copious rain, and had a cup of tea.
Or I could mention that we have a babysitter booked for Saturday evening. Whether Mabel's asleep or not.
Labels: random thoughts, updates
posted by Maud @ 1:13 PM
3 Comments
3 Comments:
oh no! I'm sorry you felt any paranoia about it! My "like" was for it being very funny in the way that you were framing it. Because I too have this feeling like skinny jeans are something that should be worn only by the very slimmest and youngest (i.e., not me) and that I would never be caught dead in them. And then my best friend showed up with a pair in my size as a gift (form Dorothy Perkins! only 15 pounds a pair!) and I put them on, and they seemed passable. But I identified completely with the "huh. never thought I'd be here, and yet here I am, and it's not half bad." And I'm sure you looked fabulous.
And, sigh, yes, we women do a very good job of undermining each other and ourselves all the time. I read a piece recently (maybe you linked it) about how we all need to just be kinder to each other and stop undermining compliments. (maybe I even commented on it when you wrote before?) anyway, I have been trying so hard to not undo a compliment when someone says something nice, and yet I find it nearly impossible to not interject some self-deprecating nonsense.
My dad had a friend in grad school who said "99 percent of the people you know like you. To the other 1 percent - F* them. They were never your friend in the first place." I should remember this more often.
Don't worry, it was only pretend paranoia, mostly. In fact, this whole post probably comes under the heading of "self-deprecating nonsense".
"Why must we women tear each other down? Oh wait, I did all that tearing down by myself."
I do this too sometimes - think that it is someone else when it's really just me.
For the record, I was delighted for you and your skinny jeans. Due to my shape (no matter what my weight) I will be sticking with boot cut or straight leg (no flares please) as long as I possibly can.
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