I hate shopping!

Never wear anything that panics the cat. ~P.J. O'Rourke

We have shoes! Weeks...days...dare I say months...it has taken us, but we have shoes. There is a reason I don't own any footwear but thongs; I am a double E [so'sDitz]. No~one makes double E fittings. Ditz is also a size 9 1/2. Very few people make 1/2 sizes any more. Ditz's shoes still aren't right but they were the best we could do ~ & we are hoping like mad we don't die on the scaffold come Sunday, sacrificial offering to the festival choir shoe fashion.

I also bought sneakers for me; Ditz already has sneakers. Then I needed a pair of shoes for the concerts. Honestly, by the time I found something that I could get my broad foot into without having a good 3" of spare leather in the toe flapping around I didn't care less whether I liked the shoes or not. They fit. They don't have a heel. My feet don't feel like they're getting squashed in a pincher movement. I can walk without tottering. What a nightmare!!! Watching Ditz about come to grief in a pair of heels & I knew no way could she be let lose on the Esplanade stage in something like that. Visons of her coming to grief & hurtling across the stage on her belly like a penguin shooting into the front row. Can you imagine all that weight coming at you like a torpedo?! Alison would never work with us again!

Scurrying round the traps I picked up a very nice pair of stretch pin~stripe trousers ~cheap~ & a very pretty top that's a little dressier than my Ts while the girls hit the sales & did very well for themselves. Sunday we put together the little black dress, the black stockings, the black shoes, the black hair ribbon, mascarra & rouge & lip gloss & hope to glory that every one looks & sounds as good as they need to for Singapore. Dress rehearsal. I have butterflies in my tum~tum.