This week I have been gathering up thankfulness as the days went along.
On Monday I was thankful for skinny jeans. Having never owned these until Christmas Day 2013, I now have 3 pairs. None of them are the so-tight-you-could-have-sprayed-them-on variety. BUT they are slim enough to fit inside my boots, which my other trousers aren’t. This is important because it has been raining here. (I’m pretty sure Noah will be coming along with his ark soon to gather us all up.) I walk a lot, and my trousers no longer have that randomised-black-splatter-from-the-knees-down look. The washing machine doesn’t have to work overtime. Oh, and I almost forgot: one pair of my new trousers are velvet, purple velvet. I am in love.
On the other hand, I have discovered that although my boots are great at catching black splatter, they are not so great at keeping my feet dry. They leak. In a lot of places. Even after I’d diligently coated every millimetre of their surface in Nikwax sponge-on waterproofing wax. Anyone would think those boots were at least seven years old, maybe even eight. Oh, wait. They are. I am not thankful that they leak, since I love those boots. They were the first thing(s) I ever bought from FatFace, a wonderful shop with a terrible name. I saw them in the window and couldn’t resist. Our entire family have been regularly kitted out in FatFace clothing ever since. But this does means that I can go buy some new boots! That must be something to be thankful for!
I was less thankful that the designers of skinny jeans do not understand the anatomy of the female body. This is why I have not had a pair till now, and why last winter I wore trousers with holes in various places. Why is it that every single pair of skinny jeans that fit around the waist (or really the upper hip since that’s as far as they come up) are so tight around the hips and “other places” that I can barely sit down? And why, if they are comfortable across the hips and “other places,” is there a gap at the back at the waistband so large I could fit my cat in there, should I wish to do so? I thought perhaps I had an old-fashioned body shape, but a quick survey reveals that if I do, I am not alone. This gap means that when it’s cold outside, it’s cold inside trousers too, because no matter how often tee-shirts are tucked in, they don’t stay. Perhaps I should fit the cat in there; at least he would keep me warm.
But on Tuesday I was thankful to discover, on careful inspection, that the purple velvet’s waistband has seams at the side. This might not get most people excited, but I was once a fashion designer, so I know how to make the waistband smaller. You might wonder why I haven’t just bought some fabric and made trousers, and right now I’m wondering the same thing. But somewhere upstairs there is a dress still in twenty pieces that I started sewing before I had our first daughter. She’s fifteen. The odd thing is I have made clothes since then: a fluffy cat costume, a dalmatian outfit, Ariel and Jasmine. I’m thankful I made them, because my kids were so cute in the outfits and loved them so much, particularly the cat costume.
On Tuesday I was also thankful that I bought a new super-cloth so that when my soup boiled over the newly-cleaned hob (stove-top) I could clean up fast. I was also thankful that, although I couldn’t find the lavender and rose teabag I had been holding seconds before the pot boiled over, there were more teabags left. And then, when hours later I was emptying the dishwasher and opened a cupboard to put away the now-clean soup bowl, I found the teabag and got to be thankful all over again.
On Wednesday I was thankful that a friend called to ask for support with some difficult feelings. Although obviously I don’t wish unhappiness on my friends, I was glad she felt able to call me and that she felt better after we’d met. I was also thankful that I had a physiotherapy appointment on Wednesday. I’ve had a sore shoulder for years. The physiotherapist says it is muscular, and so totally correctable. And I’m thankful that I am remembering to do the exercises he gave me.
On Thursday I was thankful to get a lot of work done on my new novel. I’m very thankful that the plot is working better, and that the characters are developing in better ways than I had planned. I was also thankful that my husband came home after a few days away. And I almost forgot: I dug out that dress. I remembered why I didn’t finish making it: when my girls were little they found the pieces and a pair of scissors. At the time it seemed too hard to try to fix it, but now I’ve seen it’s not so bad and I started work on the dress. It feels good to know I can soon cross it off my to-do list.
On Friday I had a phone-call from an old friend who I haven’t seen much lately. She has been extra busy, but wanted to let me know she was thinking of me and offered to come with me on my upcoming hospital appointments if I need it. I don’t need her to, but it was kind of her to offer.
And then, I went looking for new boots. I didn’t find any that fitted and cost less than a million pounds (okay I exaggerate.) But I was thankful that on the way home I realised I didn’t care, and if it rains I can wear my wellies (rubber boots) and if it’s dry but cold I shall continue to wear my old boots until they fall apart. By that time my first novel will be a best seller and so I won’t mind spending a million pounds on the perfect pair of boots. Oh, and I was also thankful that I went into Anthropologie and saw a gorgeous cardigan that I’d seen before and decided was too expensive – and it was now less than a third of its original price. It came in two different colours, a lovely soft pink and green. The sweet assistant in the changing rooms gave me her honest opinion that no matter how lovely the pink was, it didn’t look lovely on me. And the green did. I agreed. The green one is now nestled in my cardigan drawer, waiting for next weekend when we are going out to lunch with friends.
And now it’s Saturday. Today’s highlight was a Google Hangout video call with one of the TToT hosts, Clark from the Wakefield Doctrine. It was lovely to “meet” a fellow TToT, and we had a good exchange of ideas about writing. And I’m thankful that Drawings In Sand
has crept back into the Kindle’s store’s top 100 in Women’s Literary Fiction. It may not stay there long, but it is exciting to see!
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