Brains/Boobs

Do your breasts precede you into a room? 

I was fitted for a new bra. The fitter looked at me and said, 'That bra does nothing for you'. (I so like the idea that your bra should be working actively on your behalf.) She came back with a selection- in minutes, I went from being a cup A to a cup DD. 'But I have teeny breasts!' I cried. The fitter looked scathing. 'Cup sizes have nothing to do with your breasts!' she said. 'The cup size corresponds to the size of your brain.' 

What could I say? My new bra fits like a dream, and when I go jogging, my brain doesn't jiggle around like it used to.

I Got That Spot Some Therapy

This might get expensive.

Yet Here's a Spot

Spot (O.E.D.): 1.a. a small part of the surface of a thing distinguished by colour, texture,                       
                               etc... 
                           c. a pimple
                           e. a moral blemish or stain 

Of course, I sympathise with Lady Macbeth. One cannot but agree with her heartfelt wish, 'Out damned spot. Out, I say'. These things always do crop up on the eve of a big occasion. 
Such a little word, yet so versatile- spot illustration, penalty spot, in a tight spot, spot welding, spot check. And spots are always described as 'angry'. You don't get mild-mannered pimples or cheery zits. 

Above, a spot illustration, of course.

Should I Wear Jeans Again Today?

So often I ask myself this question, usually when I have worn a pair of jeans for seven days running. Then the next seven days I wear the other pair, while the first lot goes through the laundry cycle. When you work from home, it's so difficult to persuade yourself that any other garment is necessary. Jeans are warm/ easy to put on/ mindless wardrobe/ go with anything/ viable for most activities! Also, frugal, in the sense that I don't have to shop for variety. 
I put up with comments along the lines of 'Did you pay for those holes?' from my dad. They're a small price to pay.

(Again inspired by Wendy MacNaughton, whose peerless 'Should I Check E-Mail' can be seen at wendymacnaughton.com}

Foxy

A bit of fur on a collar or hat can be charming; in fact, I rather think of my cat as a hat-in-waiting. Just remember, though- one day your fur may bite back. 
I'm afraid I have been, and will probably continue to be, very sporadic with these posts. I am currently working on more commercially viable projects. A bit of money can be charming..

Birthday

Ah! The approach of another birthday.. and it's autumn..

A Bag Thought

Another simple thought, this time on bags. The space inside any bag I have ever possessed ends up being apportioned as above. 'Dross', helpfully defined by the OED as: 'rubbish, refuse, foreign matter mixed with anything', takes up the lion's share of the interior, whilst the 'useful stuff' is compacted into a quite narrow layer at the base of the bag.Somewhere at the bottom of that may be found house keys. It's positively geological. Attempts to be more organised, ie: the acquisition of bags with pockets, sections, divisions, seem just to result in each and every compartment developing a similar stratification. Which explains why I have, on occasional ill-lit nights, been forced to empty out the entire contents of the current bag on my doorstep in order to gain access to bath and bed. 

(There is more, much more and much better material, on handbags (or 'purses', as they are known in the States), in Nora Ephron's very funny essay, 'I Hate My Purse', from her book, 'I Feel Bad About My Neck' (Doubleday, 2007).)