dear diary,

the best thing about nearly-hopeless clothes shopping on saturday, a trip during which i came to the frustrating conclusion that my "waist" is one size and the rest of me another, the highlight of the mall trip was a phone call from sjubla whilst i was fighting with gap pants. she was at the belmont, and neither of us could hear the other, but i loved being thought of.

thanks for the call, m'dear. it's a good thing you didn't call half an hour later when i nearly got stuck in a shirt in abercrombie (shut up, it's a small town, there aren't a lot of choices). also, i later found a perfect pair of levi's for $7 in a used clothes store, so maybe it was a hint of better things to come!

xo.m.