This sat morningsI lay in bed and thought...

[mrsbrown]

wouldn't it be great if A and L bought the house next door - how can I arrange that?

and

I hate being the same shape as if I were 4 months pregnant.

I just got dressed so let's just go with that.

I went out to a family wedding last night so I had to pull my glad rags out of the wardrobe. They don't fit me anymore. I am so sick of this I'm ready to do something drastic. My options are: diet (because exercise isn't working) and plastic surgery. The idea that I have to do something about by body shape and that I'm so obsessed with it really offends the feminist sensibilities I've had all my life, and that's my problem.

My body shape isn't important it's just a societal imposition of an unattainable body; just eat less/more healthily and exercise more. That's what my head says.

On the other hand, my emotional voice says; I want to wear my nice clothes; I want people to stop thinking I'm pregnant; I want to walk into a shop and buy the clothes I like without having to spend days looking for stuff I like and fits me; I want to stop looking at myself in the mirror and just seeing this body shape, instead of the clothes and I feel so powerless about it all.

Gee, it's really getting in my way, isn't it? Aaaargh!


Enough of that emotional crap - the other Sat morn plan - buying the house next door;

If their house were rented out at $250/week (ref The Age), the bank would let us borrow $460k, requiring repayments of $3000/month.

Alternatively, if they sold their house, we could borrow up to $360k repayments would be $2400

I think the house will sell for $600k-650k

And then, having organised that (and enjoyed the bounty of the reduction in living expenses available from combined households) the houses between could be bought by other close friends, and all would be great. Until, that is, someone doesn't want to play any more.

There you go, my memories of my sat morning, lying in bed, ramblings.

Comments

are you fucking insane?

[splodgenoodles.livejournal.com]

Ain't no apricot tree in the house next door to you. On the other hand, why don't you come and live here? It's nice. More land! I could plan your garden for you! Between us we could have year round fruit. And a kick arse native species garden too. And you would replace our present neighbours which would be cool too. And this is a cheaper area than yours, but well serviced by public transport.

And I'd also like to know at what time this morning were you thinking this? I think we might have one of those weird ESP-type things that close friends ["I can call you that can't I?" she said in one of her trademark moments of insecurity. "yes of course you can you silly bunt!" replied mrsbrown with tolerant affection] sometimes have, where synchronicity keeps happenning. And I'd like it to stop. Oh it's all very well to go on about the interesting moments where L and A are drinking tea at about 7:50AM on a Saturday morning because A is fretting about money and can't sleep and L mentions buying the house next door to K....

...but one day you fall off your bike on the way to work and I wake up with a sore knee and unexplained bruising.

So it stops here OK?

L was actually asking me if you'd raised it with me at any point, because you'd been loudly hinting at it apparently.

We agreed it was a silly idea.


RE- body image and how shitful it is to hate your body, know it's all bullshit, know you are being conned by a vile misogyny, but to hate it still anyway... Oh yeah, I am so there, as you well know...
Doubtful that diet will work for you though. Sorry to be the voice of doom, but you already eat well as far as I can see. I reckon a diet would just make you even more miserable. And you get tired a lot anyway- a diet would make this worse. You probably would have to excercise less. And finally, I think your shape has changed a lot over the last year, but it's doing so gradually and you're just not noticing.

I know a woman who is a very strident and admirable feminist, who had substantial facial recontruction earlier in her life, and I don't think she's ever looked back. In the end, you've got to live with yourself. Pragmatism is the key, I reckon, to a happy life.

Re: are you fucking insane?

[mrsbrown.livejournal.com]

And I'd also like to know at what time this morning were you thinking this? I think we might have one of those weird ESP-type things that close friends ["I can call you that can't I?" she said in one of her trademark moments of insecurity. "yes of course you can you silly bunt!" replied mrsbrown with tolerant affection] sometimes have, where synchronicity keeps happenning. And I'd like it to stop. Oh it's all very well to go on about the interesting moments where L and A are drinking tea at about 7:50AM on a Saturday morning because A is fretting about money and can't sleep and L mentions buying the house next door to K....

hmmmm... so you have a bruise on your knee do you? that's funny, I fell off my chair laughing when I read this. Yes, it was about then...

why, is the house next door for sale? otherwise, we could move to Northcote, and plant our own orchard. we could make it a criterion for purchase...

"hi I'm looking for 2 houses next door to each other, near Station st."
"That's great, you have something that would suit? Oh, and near public transport, renovated, with a 4 person spa? for only $200?"
"that sounds really good. Now, I just have to check... does one of them have an apricot tree?"
"No? Oh well, why don't you call me when you have a proper house for sale"

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Re: are you fucking insane?

[splodgenoodles.livejournal.com]

If we *could* arrange for the neighbours to move....
whaddya reckon?

It might spur L on to build the mighty fruit cannon he goes on about every so often. And you know how I like to see him occupied with nice productive projects.

Projects

[doushkasmum.livejournal.com]

A and I were talking abour productive provects for L just last night. We figure what Festival needs are lots of period cosmetics jars so we can all have somthing period for our toothpaste, moisturiser and sun screen. I even have a recipe for herbal toothpaste to put in the jars. Even if they don't sell I want some! I have pictures of the ones the doctor on the Mary Rose had. I want ones like that only a bit smaller. And then we need big ones for kitchen stuff so we can have things on tables in the kitchen looking period!! Do you need any more to do? I can find lots! 8->

Re: are you fucking insane?

[sjkasabi.livejournal.com]

An important part of our cunning plan for L to make his millions through woodturning was that he could actually sell some of the pots with toothpaste and sunscreen in them... How many times have you seen people leaving site to buy toothpaste, sunscreen and toilet paper for a heap of people who forgot them?

I guess now we just need to find a period way to flog toilet paper.