At the moment my big problem is socks. I can never have enough of them. As I write this at work (I've finished for the day) I am wearing one short one from a set decorated with owls - very classy - and the left foot has a random Christmas one belonging to Tom. I am becoming that crazy person who hunts down a viable pair (not matching, just similar lengths and elasticity) and finding about a million rags which slide constantly down your ankles to sit about the gaping hole of your heel. And toe holes; worst things ever! Hate them.
Everything about this picture is wrong.
It's the sad reality of needing to do more washing, but trying to get cycles done when you are drying things in your flat in autumn/ winter takes ages. And thus the sock shortage commences and hasn't ended yet. Thankfully I have lots of pants so that's not an issue.
I've also needed some more shoes recently. I hate shoe shopping with a passion. I'm one of these people who will only wear shoes they can walk in and feel remotely comfortable, so for my trips to and from work each day I need shoes that will survive. My walking boots have pretty much bitten the dust and now let the water IN, and my other work-friendly shoes aren't quite comfy enough to powerwalk 4 miles in. Mum found a pair of boots which she gave to me last week, and nice as they are I am now realising I need longer socks with them because they really cling to my calves and warm everything up. Nice!
So as I sit here trying to figure out if I can go enough places sockless this weekend (no) until payday and scratching my sweaty calves, I'm regreting all the rubbish I may have spent my money on this month before I realised my clothes would disintergrate around me. I also want to get some silicone bakeware - very rock n' roll, I know. But I'm actually enjoying having a go at baking recently. It would seem sometimes cakes can work even if it's me making them.
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