dragonlady7

Little things in life please me.

Z and I are both in our underpants on the back porch.
I am wearing a tanktop-with-bra-included that I got in my extravagant order from J. Jill and... it... fits. It's not exactly supportive, and I'm thinking about adding darts to make it a bit smaller inside, but it's really not inadequate, at least for sitting around in. Only real thing bugging me is that it's kind of too big in the shoulders, but I know if I took that in I'd notice that it's not tight enough in the band either, so, mostly I'm just enjoying the fact that the elastic is adequate to keep my boobs from flopping on my chest and making my chest sweaty.
I am thinking of making my own version of this tank top, which cannot be difficult. Can it?
It's making me think that I could probably make a lot of my own clothes and they'd fit and there'd be one major source of anxiety in my life done with. Why oh why can't I sew? I almost can. I need a support group or something.
I have had a bit to drink and fancy myself very witty.
I had time to reread all of my current draft of the Novel-In-Progress for novel_in_90 today and it's really not bad. But I've got to throw out almost all of the rest of the old draft and pretty much start over. Oh well. It'll be readable when I'm done, though, which is something. Readable and not ridiculously long.
I am really sleepy and may go to sleep very soon.

hm.