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Wear 90: A Reason, A Season, A Lifetime

I have a blog stewing but I keep moving it forward a day because things come up. It is about two friends starting their blogs and me sharing what I know with them. Yes, yes, that could take stretching to fill a sentence, but I can get wordy when need be, so it has been sidelined again for a discussion about sugar. Sugar. Ah. You seemed like a friend. You made me happy. We could chat on the couch for hours. You stroked my hair and held me, whispered lovely things to me, when I was sad. You celebrated special occasions with me. But when I needed some space, when I asked you to give me this room to lose these kilos so I didn't have to give money to people I don't like, you turned. And what a nasty, conniving, vindictive, two-faced biach you showed yourself to be! You gave me a migraine. I am convinced of that now. And, today! Yes. That was your piece-de-resistance. From rage to catatonic to anger to depression to crying to wanting to go to sleep and never wake up. These are the things you made me feel today. As I lay on that self-same couch where we used to be friends and tried to stop my brain thinking by watching Horatio, I decided to do a bit of a background check on you. People told me you are not that different to heroin or alcohol. They warned me to stay away. And, if that was too late, they told me the break up is not going to be easy. But I have read enough Pinterest pins to know that if you treat me bad, you're not getting taken back! So do your darndest sugar. Make me feel like the lowest person on the planet. In a few weeks time I will get to the other side and you will be nothing. Nothing I tell ya!

Irene               List_Addict

V—— must be the most patient man on earth. He drove with me to Fairhaven Beach and back and then watched Elemental with me as I travelled that gamut of emotions. And he didn't leave until the bit where I was begging and nearly pulling my hair out because I just wanted to be alone, lie down and die. The roller coaster did have ups. We played with Lolli on the fourteen centimeters of sand the extremly high tide lent us of the beach. She has this new habit of rolling around when she is tired of running after things, so she had to climb into the dunes to do it. One time she forgot and ended up wave-washed. We took her out with us for late lunch/extremely early dinner at the Airley Pub and she didn't vomit. Yay! The trip to Spotlight for fabulously soft wools was also a great highlight. Until I got hungry. Poor man.


The Outfit
Dress: Op-shopped
Cardigan: Op-shopped
Jacket: Op-shopped, worn before here and here
Tights and socks: retail: Op-shopped
Shoes: Dr Martens


Photographer de Jour: V——


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  1. Now and then I think of when we were together

    Like when you said you felt so happy you could die

    I told myself that you were right for me

    But felt so lonely in your company

    But that was love and it's an ache I still remember

    You can get addicted to a certain kinda sadness

    Like resignation to the end, always the end

    So when we found that we could not make sense

    Well you said that we would still be friends

    But I'll admit that I was glad that it was over

    Hope sugar is just somebody that you used to know soon.

    Dxx

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  2. IT IS SIMPLY OF MATTER OF TIME, YOU WILL ANNIHILATE SUGAR WITH YOUR RESOLVE. IT KNOWS ALREADY THE BATTLE IS LOST AND IS GOING DOWN SWINGING BUT ALAS YOU WILL PREVAIL TRIUMPHANTLY. I AM PROUD OF YOU, ONE SO BEAUTIFUL.

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