I wanna change my clothes my hair my face…

[NB: I started writing this last week but decided I should get it posted even without pics!]

With much trepidation (but with positive recommendations from several Toowoomba friends) I went to a different hairdresser last Tuesday.

He was lovely and I am very happy with the cut -he spent a lot of time checking out what I wanted and the texture of my hair, and agreed with me that the fluffiness was ARRRRGH and that there would be NO razoring and that we could work towards UN-fluffying my hair.   YES!!  So that’s two new people that have worked out well, the new dentist and now the hairdresser.  I’ve already made repeat appointments with both.

(pic to be added of new haircut)[ see, I had good intentions – but no pics yet!]

And there was a friendly helpful letter from the new psychiatrist, too, with a map and how much the initial consultation will cost (you’d be surprised how often you DON’T get such useful info prior to an appointment with a specialist…) – this bodes well.  That appointment is at the end of the month.

Big W (part of the Woolworths chain here in Australia) had their fat chick (this year under the brand “Avella”) summer clothes in on Wednesday and on sale – I have learned that when you see the big sizes you have to GRAB them or they’re gone.  (You’d think the buyers would eventually twig that all the 22s and 24s disappear, and they are left with lots of size 10s and 8s, but noooooo – arrrrgh!)  I bought three of one linen look dress/tunic, black with pintucks, very cute (yes, three exactly the same – when I find something I like, I stick to it!) a couple of t-shirts, some leggings… that should get me through in clothes to wear out in public until I get sewing for myself again.  (Around the house I can wear old daggy clothes!)

(pic to be added of new clothes)[maybe later this week…]

I also managed to buy new shoes – although I am going to have to send one pair off to be stretched as I think I might have bought them when my feet weren’t at full swell-iness for the day – ow!  I’d forgotten about the trauma of breaking in new shoes – bandaids on my heels and all!  I ended up with this pair but in black:

Homy Ped "Cecelia"

and the other pair (that needs stretching) is called “Nina” but I have it in “dark eggplant”, not this pukey colour!

Homy Ped "Nina"

So we are TOTALLY BROKE and getting through to next pension day is going to be interesting… lots of meals using up stuff in the pantry, I think.   But it was worth getting the clothes and shoes etc when we did.

And just because, here’s a pic of some of my current journals.  I’m a student in two art journal classes that have just started, so you’ll hear more about those in future posts:

Some of my current journals

I put my back out when using the vacuum cleaner on Tuesday (or it could have been sitting awkwardly at the psychologists or at the hairdressers, but hey – I’m blaming the housework!) and have been in lots of pain.  I went to the chiropractor on Friday and he said there was lots of inflammation around my L2 vertebra- yep, the one I managed to break way back when – and I should use ice packs and fisiocrem to help.


Unfortunately, as my Dad says, backs just have to come good in their own time.  If it doesn’t, I’ll be off to the lovely GP to see if I can get in to see the pain management specialist for more nerve block injections.  Meanwhile I’m trying not to stay in any one position for too long – so I must now get up and walk.


4 Replies to “I wanna change my clothes my hair my face…”

        1. Sadly, needs must when the devil of poverty drives… I am hoping the Nina ones stretch out with the special spray from Mr Minute, otherwise… it\’s gonna get all Cinderella\’s Ugly Stepsister around here!

Comments are closed.