Life was so much less expensive before I had taste.

A slightly bigger cross-body bag.  In a fancy colour.  That’s all I wanted.   Slightly larger than the bag already slung across my shoulders, my affordable purple Kipling bag, the physical representation of which gave me a template for the size the new bag needed to be bigger than.  ‘Cause unless you have a small tape…

Craving cutlery

I missed being the small spoon.  If I didn’t really throw my arm over David’s side, I could almost manage the big spoon. But small spoon?  Months had passed since I’d been able to lie on my right side and claim that privilege. Heavy sighs.  Discomfort.  Near tears… a new nighttime ritual. “What is it…