The most frustrating day this week. [so far.]

Right now I'm sitting in the lounge with mum's laptop, drinking Blackcurrant, Ginseng and vanilla tea. Its really comfy here, listening to I still Believe [Miss Saigon] through the headphones with mum in the background reading to the others about Astronomy. However, all our thoughts continue to graduate towards the wedding on September 1st, the countdown has begun.
When we bought my dress I thought it would need hemming [coz I'm short as], but before that could happen I needed shoes. "Black and strappy" the bride had said. I envisaged high black stilettos with thin straps hiding under my long dress and causing me to hobble or even fall on my face as I walk down the isle. Not a pretty sight.
Dad dropped me off at the Shoe Warehouse while the others were at swimming. I marched around the isles dumbfounded by the amount of shoes, which one? heck, which style? closed toe or open? wedge, other type of heel or stiletto? ... I wont bore you with all the options. In the end there were two real options. These lovely wedge slingbacks with peep toes [feminine shoe jargon -sorry] and these other wedges with little straps keeping ya toes in... I loved the first option but they didn't fit my feet... sniff! so I got the other ones. I had just decided when the others arrived.
I warn you, never go shopping for matching shoes with two adolescent girls! It was so frustrating because not only did they have to be white or pink but they had to be flats, and come in size 6 or lower if possible. I found these lovely ones which I thought were really funky, however when one girl loved them the other said 'they dig in! I don't like the bows... waaahhhh.' this kept happening with just about every option. "they click when I walk", "I don't like them..." arrgh!
The hours passed, I realized that I had been there so long I had heard Good Charlotte's I just wanna live three times on the radio. We were just about fed up when Dad found some white ones which passed the test. Well sort of, my youngest sister hated them. First they were too big, then they were too small. We realised she was just making up problems hoping we wouldn't get them. This ain't an ideal world girl! So we just said "Stiff bick!" and bought them anyway. Finally, because after hours and hours looking at shoes I was fed up and ready to shake my sisters if they turned their nose up at anymore shoes.
To put a nice ending on this blog I have to add that my little sister decided on the way home that she liked the shoes after all and would actually wear them to Church. I know what you are thinking. But hey, she is 10.

Freedom.

Three ways in which I have new found freedom.
Firstly I have my restricted license which means that I can drive wherever I want whenever I want [pretty much]. I had a go at this today doing my first ever drive alone. It wasn't that exciting, I just drove to the dairy to post something. When I got there I discovered I had forgotten the address so went home and drove back again. This was long enough [like 5 minutes] for me to decide that the car needs a new radio. I can only get a fuzzy version of Radio sport or NewsTalk ZB. Not really my type of radio.

Secondly I am now relatively healthy. Yeah, I got pretty sick and went onto antibiotics. On our way back from the Dr, Mum and I [both sick] were sitting in the car watching all the healthy people outside the chemist. It was hard to imagine what it feels like to be healthy. A bit like Frodo on Mt Doom I suppose, "I cant remember the taste of strawberries Sam." But now we are both healthy and can enjoy the freedom of being able to breathe deeply and walk around without feeling like a worn out old donkey.

The third freedom which I can now enjoy is a "tidy" room. The spare bed was covered in clothes and other discarded stuff until yesterday when I decided I'd had enough. Out came the plastic bags and in went the clothes I hadn't worn for the last year. My wardrobe and draws had a makeover which was seriously needed. Now I can open my draws without having to partially sit on the contents in an attempt to open them. I can now look into my top draw and not be afraid of old socks and stuff jumping out at me. If this isn't freedom what is? If my wardrobe wasn't full of wedding and bridesmaid gowns I could probably stand in there and close the door! [actually this might be rather sad and mean that I have basically no clothes left. But hey at least its tidy!].
Now I'm gonna go enjoy the new liberty I have in my room, [I can walk in without standing on stuff!] but first let me encourage you to do the same - get of that bum of yours and tidy your room.