I was looking through the closet, trying to put clothes aside to pack for
the fifth ring of Hades the family reunion.
My jeans don’t fit.
My shirts are loose.
And let’s not go into the intimates.
Normally this would be an occasion to WHOOP and holler, but no. I don’t want to buy new clothes. I want to wear my old ones! Those are the ones I like! And the funny thing is, I gave all of my smaller clothing to my sister while she was here. And no, no backsies!
So, today I will be attempting to alter clothes in the vain hope that #1- they fit a bit better, and #2- I don’t screw up. All I know is, the drinks on Saturday will help me forget about uneven darts and hemlines