This evening I ate posh waitrose cheese, tonight I will have posh waitrose dreams.
waitrose is the only shop in my father’s local town that sell The New Yorker.
I avoid going into town for fear of bumping into my Ex girlfriend and/or her mother who i believe would put a hit out on me if she knew how.
for now I will eat my posh waitrose grapes and continue to work. I like being here, I can see an older Matt buying a gaff around these ends.
the issue still remains that I am in desperate need of new clothes. Like 600 quid worth of shit. I have always disliked clothes shopping and my issue, at its core, is I simply do not care about the clothes I own. That isn’t to say I should push to buy items I’ll cherish, just that clothing does very little to motivate me. The most clothes I’ve ever bought were for another person.
So Brandy Melbourne or whatever. That shop only sells one size, very very small, like petite. I was sent to buy a bunch of shit last time i was in NY. I asked about a top and if they had it in a small and the sales rep tells me all the tops are small. I’m like okay strange but sure. I ask the same about some white trousers and get the same answer. It’s only when I look around at the customers that I figure it out, all of these chick’s were small. Turns out there’s a big market for slim girls so these lot just picked a lane and stuck to it. Cute clothes. Hybrid clothes. Pajamas mixed with loungewear.
It felt almost unethical to only sell items that tailor very slim, petite figures that most girls only dream of fitting into but the experience I had with the shop and the girl back home sending me in with a list was that she was the size she was, I don’t think she intended to be or even really had a say in the matter. The clothes fit, so she buys them. I don’t go weird for the brands who only sell plus sized clothing so figure it’s all just fair game.
I fitted a load of underfloor heating today and expected the reel to be 50m long. Halfway I realised it was 96m, the floor is almost carpeted in the stuff- it’s going to be the hottest room in the house HA you can’t cut this shit to length, someone needs to sort that pronto
bedtime, waitrose dreams