Wearing the pants.

Caught more trains today (four, can you believe it?) than I have in the past three years (exciting). If a 20 minute train trip wasn't a 30 minute walk away, and the equivalent bus trip took longer than the usual 13 minutes door-to-door, I'd maybe think about perhaps considering it. Maybe. I love you, trains! It's like you glide through dioramas of old times or something.

Breakfast this morning. There may be a day where I don't order the 'gringo' baked eggs. It wasn't today, anyway. Maple bacon and spiced avocado on the side? Oh whatever, no big deal. YES. My coffee with a thick layer of condensed milk under coffee and ice cubes and I nearly wept. Happy days, you guys. That's pretty much everything I've ever truly loved trapped in a jar right there. Still driving across town to get to Lady Marmalade. Still worth it.

Today I was also a lady that wore trousers. Trousers, for the first time since I could choose my own clothes several years. I made sure I kept it nice and subtle, to ease myself into trouser-wearing.

Ha.

Prints! Prints and more prints (and a long-desired Domino necklace from Sportsgirl). Besides the lace pants I got from ASOS, I picked up some fantastic geometric and weird floral ones, too. I had to adjust all of them, I have a smaller waist and skinny ankles so I need to take them in at the top and end of the legs.

I'm a convert, though. They're all comfortable, practical and wearable. No worries about wind and skirts! How exciting are trousers? Idea: the Exciting Printed Trouser Fan Club. Vice President? Totally this guy:

"Heeeeeeeeeeey, sexy lady!"

Redo, redo, redo.

Put a little paint on this old barn, did you notice?

MILK TEETH is a reference to an accident I had when I was seven. A group of children at school were playing tag. Soon Kayla joined in. Kayla was sweet and beautiful and kind, and slightly intellectually disabled. Her mother drove a red convertible and always left inky lipstick kisses on her cheek (it was 1994, guys). We were all running around the uneven cement court until we got tired and stopped the game. I don't think Kayla understood that the game had finished, or maybe she was so excited to be in the game that she didn't notice. I turned to tell her just as she tagged me, running full pelt at my back. Off balance, I crashed forward. I didn't even have time to bring my hands up to protect my face.

Getting up from the cement, I felt like my mouth was full of gravel. I spat and pearly chips landed on the ground. The front of my mouth was a gaping hole. I don't remember my mouth hurting at all, but the gravel rash on my shins stung like hell. Then I remember being really pissed off, because I had to sit  really still next to the teacher with the broken off teeth in a glass of milk. Why a glass of milk? I wondered. Why did I have to sit still? My teeth felt strange and tingly as I breathed. I was rushed off to the dentist and had two crowns capped over the top two, and strange resin caps over the bottom four. I was in the dentists for hours. I loved it. I loved the banana flavoured fluoride, I loved the pictures of teeth on the walls and I loved the soothing voice of my dentist.

I still love going to the dentist. My top front teeth still have a gap between them, and the left is still moulded like a milk, or baby, tooth. It's barely noticeable, but it's one of my favourite parts of myself.