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!"