"Nic has just put on her favourite winter skirt for the first time in 7 months and it won't stay up! (Yes, it was already a bit loose by March, but still...)
This is both an epic WIN and a pain in the behind because there isn't time to take in the waist before she goes out!
Ah me! By such First World Problems are we troubled!"
I wish you knew to the extent I'm fighting an urge to whoop in delight and tell the world my news! (Well, the world on top of an already informed facebook elite!) STOP THE PRESSES! MY SKIRT IS TOO BIG!! Remind me when I get back that I need to have a quick shifty through my wardrobe to see what else might need taking in a wee bit! Hah! I don't think I've been this excited to try on clothes since my Mum made me a black circle skirt for my ballet exam when I was eight or nine! I remember watching every step of its construction; the fabric choosing, the drawing, the cutting, and seeing it all come together under the flashing needle of the sewing-machine! Man! That skirt was pirouetting heaven!
Don't mind me if I appear to acting a little... unlike myself this afternoon, for the chances are growing greater with every passing minute that I'll be channelling a delighted and twirly eight-year old, possibly scattering hastily-written handbills to the four winds, declaring that MY SKIRT IS TOO BIG!
Twirling, scattering, and searching for shops that sell safety pins.
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