Yes, she scores again!

I stopped by my not-so-friendly neighbourhood Salvation Army thrift shop this morning (seriously; the depressed staff always seem like they never want to be there) and found another super-sexy pair of hip-skimming, ankle-enhancing Buffalo jeans, in black. I paid $4.99 for them.

Muah-hah-hah-hah.

Oh, yeah; and I found a light brown pair of jeans to go camping in that actually fit me, unlike the rest of my camping clothes.

Sometimes I wonder about this sudden onslaught of girly-girlishness that seems to have possessed me — you know, cosmetics, higher heels, highlights in the hair, sexy midriff-baring tops, jeans that actually show the shape of my legs… and then I look back over my life and think, hey, why not? If it’s taken me thirty-two years to reach the if-not-exhibitionist-then-at-least-less-introverted stage, then so be it.

Or it could be that I started working with Freyja as my goddess-form this spring.