glory day

I was right!

Evidence that yes, my cat had something to do with the munted palm frond:

It's ... green. And spikey.

So this is a frond from my parlour palm:

Fairly standard, the palm's got about a dozen of them. And then there's this:

I don't even know what it is, but for whatever reason I blame the cat.

In which I confound my own expectations.

De and I went shopping at Burwood Westfield today, and I bought skinny jeans.

Make the sound in your head like the needle is scratching the record, and that's just how I felt.

Skinny jeans?  Me?  I am not what you'd call skinny.  I'm a curvy woman, and I thought I was relegated to a life of wide-legged pants (to balance out my things and whatnot, I can't remember).

But De gave the thumbs-up for the purchase, and David certainly seems to appreciate them. 

Which leads me to two things:

~ don't assume that anything's off the table until you try it; and

~ always take someone who has your best interests at heart shopping with you.  Thank you De!