It's After Twelve In The Morning . . .

I can't sleep now that I've slept. I wasn't feeling very good after we got back from the pool. I was tired and a little nauseated. I think it was the Cold Stone Creamery stuffing and then sitting in an hot tub. Ugh.

How am I supposed to get the weight off let alone keep it off with a place like that around? Never mind.

One day at a time.

So, here I sit. I'm running the dryer. I won't get back under the sheet until that load is at least laid out neatly. I'm still a bit tired and nauseated. Perhaps I have a bug.

Nice.

Okay, so we went to the flea market at the stadium. It was essentially booth after booth of the same kinds of things, pretty close prices on the same kinds of things . . . with food booths between. It was a hot walk, but we came out with some tee's and I found a skirt and dress. Now, the drawback to buying clothes this way is: no changing rooms. You have to guess at your size. This approach did not save me any money. Tee shirts no problem. I buy size large because when I buy medium they cut into my armpits. I also buy "men" tee's 'cos they fit loosely and I personally do not like the "girl" cuts (the sleeves are weird). The skirt is nice, but after getting home and getting an honest look at myself, uff da! What was a I thinking? Teenie will wear it with pride. It just shows too much of my leg. Then, a dress. Gorgeous dress, yes, but a little snug in the behind and thigh region so that the fabric gathers in the waist. Looks as if I have to lose those thirty pounds to get this number to fit right. The booth I bought it from has direct exchanges of clothing, but most of them pretty much come right out and say "all sales final". Fine. Eventually I will fit that dress (ahem, if I avoid all sweets most of the time and exercise more often), but until then I'm on a hunt for a nice fitting, Hawaiian print dress.

Yesterday after Mass, we went to Hilo Hatties. I tried on a "one size" liar of a dress. I looked like a . . . . never mind. Just because I like something doesn't mean I should wear it. I take Teenie with me and she's going to tell it like it is. She agreed, but waited until I said, "this garment makes me look as huge as I am if not more so." Politely, she said, "You aren't as big as you think, mom! And, no, it's not the right dress for you, even though it is pretty."

There are many walking about on O'ahu in dresses and skirts they should not be wearing by any stretch of the honest imagination. I do not want to join their ranks knowingly. Yeah? Same as on the mainland. Some stuff ain't gonna fit. Hawaiian print is gorgeous, but some cuts of it aren't going on my body.

I got a baby doll shirt at the Exchange when we lived at the Hale Koa . . . I may buy a few more of that cut in different fabrics. I found $6 tank types at the flea market that I plan on buying several of next time I go. In the mean time, I'll keep looking.

I never thought to buy these prints to wear while living on the mainland, because in my mind it doesn't fit with living in Maryland or Washington (the state), you know? So, now that I'm all tropical-minded, I feel like I can "get away with it". Does that make sense? Plus, every other article of clothing I own not currently in the condo closet is in storage until we move into housing. I'm carefully building more into my wardrobe . . . knowing it's not temporary (except that dress, which I.will.fit.before.Christmas.I.hope.to.God).

I'm also going to get some baby powder. Y'all know how your legs stick together without nylons on when wearing skirts. Yeah? Yeah. Ouch.

Tomorrow: our express shipment arrives! Hurrah! It is being delivered in the afternoon. My pots and pans, my linens, my crucifix, my Our Lady of Guadalupe tapestry . . . but, the crucifix! You know, it's the first one I ever bought for our home . . .