Cold comforts (AM)

I unpacked my case yesterday, something I had been putting off because I couldn't face spending any more time with it. The mountain of shit one has to lug around when traveling for 2.5 months with a four month old baby is eye watering. It makes days spent in transit deeply unpleasant. 

Every time we moved cities I had to repack that fucker and doing so was a reminder that travel was imminent, and therefore deep unpleasantness was imminent. The time, after Appleheart had been in Munich for three days, I had to pack my bag, Appleheart's bag, KB's bag and portacot, clean an entire apartment while keeping KB entertained then travel across London with all bags and KB in order to meet Appleheart at a car hire place so we could drive for six hours down to Cornwall stands out as particularly effed. Though I was in no hurry to go near my case again, I'm glad I've done it and now it's finished I feel quite a bit lighter.

Unpacking meant putting away my favorite cardigan.

It's a woolly number that I got from Alpha 60 a few years ago. It's super warm and served me very well during those cool northern days and nights. 

But it also served another purpose. Because it's pure wool, it pills like a motherfucker. I hate pilling. But I love getting rid of those tiny little wool balls. I find it soothing, relaxing and comforting. And it's perfect activity for occasions like the time we drove to Cornwall in the rain over six hours and I had to sit in the back seat to ensure l was able to put KB's dummy back in his mouth whenever it came out and avoid extreme hysteria. 

Look at all those grubby little balls! It kept me going for hours. And almost as soon as you wear it after de-pilling it, it gets covered in pilly bits again. It's a gift that keeps on giving. I guess i'll have to find a more seasonally appropriate source of comfort now. 

Revelations (PM)

In Revelations, a seven headed beast rises out of the sea and tries to make all the earth's people worship dragons instead of god. No shit. 

If, like this morning's post, the biblical book of revelations talked about denim and being comfortable and had pictures of couples walking down the street hand in hand rather than wall to wall bloodshed, I would be a god damned believer!

But instead one has to turn to Miss Soft Crab for that sort of thing.  

I can't wait to see J in these boyfriend jeans. We had a conversation about whether she could 'go there' on Monday and then BAM, Thursday arrives with news that she 'went there'. All I can say is there is a strong chance that when I go over to her house on Saturday night to watch footy and flip through magazines, there is a strong chance I am going to try on the boyfriend jeans.

Revelations (AM)

This week I bought "boyfriend" jeans. Ugh. I know. But I'll be honest, I've been thinking about it for some time. Two main things put me off:

1) I didn't know if I would look good in them.
   1a)How would I wear them? You know, like, with what?
2) They have that fucking stupid name.

But every time I'd see them I couldn't help but wonder. I was more than just a little curious. Especially as summer approaches. In winter there is little I love more than the snug cosy feel of a skinny jeans around my leg but with the warmer weather they are just restrictive, annoying. They can really ruin my day. Like when you really need to wee really badly but keep forgetting to go to the toilet and everything is the worst. That's how I feel when I am wearing skinny jeans in the heat. In my mind I'd written this long, detailed post about it late last year. Turns out it was just six lines. But the sentiment was strong. Sometimes I just gotta not wear skinnies. Anyway I did it. I effing did it.

Here I am walking down the street with my boyfriend as I wear my new boyfriend jeans*

I bet you have all sorts of questions. Like, "Wow J, do you look really cute in them? It's hard to tell from that action shot of you above." And "What are you wearing them with when you are not wearing them as you walk down the street with your boyfriend?" Oh well let me answer those questions by saying this:

No, I don't think I do look very cute int them. I can't tell and I don't care. These are the comfiest  effing things I have worn in about 10 years and I don't ever want to take them off. In fact today, I'm thinking about buying another pair because I don't want to wear anything else again ever. Their stupid name doesn't even offend me anymore. I don't even care how to pair them. Yesterday I wore them with a really baggy jumper and it was like wearing the clothes version of pyjamas. It's possible I even looked like I was wearing pyjamas. I don't even care. It was the best. I'm thinking about wearing a variation of it to work tomorrow. I don't even know who I am anymore! But I suspect I may be the 20-year old me that used to just buy men's jeans from op shops. Just somewhat more deaf and wrinkled.

*As played by Sarah Jessica Parker. LB is played by Matthew Broderick