Mum was on a mission today. You see she is down to her final few pairs of pants, and they are all short and not ideal for the chilly weather coming. Boy, it is quite the mission to find pants here. You see everyman and his shop has fully embraced the skinny trend and apparently they only make pants for folks who are over 6 foot tall - not many for curvy shorties like mum. So she frequented many a shop and dangled many of the pants in front of her, and even tried a few on.
Eventually she settled on a pair to bring home and try with her tops to see if they went well. She did see a couple of pairs on Thursday, so might go back and give those a try too. That way she will be keeping her ankles warmer as the weather cools.
We guess the NZ market is pretty small, so most ranges only sell long pants, that mum always has to take up and never look quite right, as they don't go in at the right places. Still luckily mum can make do with just a couple of pairs, and mix them up with a variety of tops.
So I am snoozing on the quilt now, and mum thinks she will hit the pillows soon. She has a good book to start, The Outcast Dead by Elly Griffiths . Mum says there is something special about curling up in a warm bed with a good book - with a fat pussy cat (chubby mum not fat) between her knees. Another busy Friday night at our house.