trousers can be deceiving

Today's trousers: from this photo they look awfully normal.  I look awfully normal. 
Luckily, these trousers are deceiving.  I have Helena Bonham-Carter-eqse (HBC) hair (though it is admirably tamed, sort of) today.  It is Bride of Frankenstein hair.  It is epic.

And though I have had my V8 AND all my vitamins, I have pre-caffeine face.  A lot.  Strange hair, strange face, normal trousers.  It may be a strange day.

The apparent normalness of my trousers reminded me of something I came up with this summer: the ugliness of the elastic waistband of your soul.

Oh, and in other news... I seem to have a boyfriend.  Yep.  I have reacquired my beloved Mr. Cereal.  No more excruciating first dates for the foreseeable future.  I am ecstatic.  Not over the lack of first dates, which is great, but because I genuinely love Mr. Cereal.  And he does not mind (and indeed enjoys) if I talk about genocide, Stalinworld, etc.  I am a terrifically lucky girl, even if only for a brief time.  And I am happy.

Small...far away

These are small, Dougal, and these are far away.

The problem with being the one doing the photos for this thing (because my beloved co-workers are far away) is that ALL the photos are just ever-so-slighty (or ever-so-greatly) off. As demonstrated above.

Today's trousers: tweed skirt, green shirty-thing, green cardy, and knee socks. Not my full-on librarian, which is MUCH classier.  (Green shirty-thing seen below, as is my pre-caffeine face, be warned!!!)

Maybe I should have warned you about the mad badger hair as well. It's to be expected, generally.

Clearly, though, I have been missing a trick in the trouser department (in the non-dirty way!).  a friend has pointed out that RED TROUSERS are the way to go.  I'll get shopping, post-haste!  Or better yet, I'll get Midge to do it for me!