Sunday morning. No market. No commitments. What to do? Walk down to the local newsagent and buy a stash of inspirational (and tax-deductible!) magazines of course! Then have an extra large mocha at a cafe and flick through the glossy pages of Inside Out, Frankie and Notebook. My sister gave me some women's' magazines the other day (Cosmo and Madison). I took then with me to read at the market yesterday. I picked up the Cosmo, flicked through the pages, muttered to myself a few, 'I can't wear that's and 'I don't want to wear THAT!'s and put it back down. I'm not sure when I stopped being a Cosmo girl and became a Notebook girl, but somewhere along the way it happened. I wonder what it says about me? Am I starting to act my age? Recently I have caught myself thinking, 'Kids today!' and 'What IS she wearing?' ...hmmm, maybe I've become a real grown-up??? What a frightening though!
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