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I was proud of my self-restraint in past weeks, but the first day Mavis is back and I went beserk. 2 pairs of shoes (1 as a sorta half-way mark between runners and...something else, the others to potentially replace my boots that are beginning to show signs of discontent. And besides, they were half-price, ok ?), 2 shirts (one was a gift from Mavis), plus a couple of t-shirts that were being chucked out at $10 each. At least I'll look good for Saturday's wedding, I suppose. But right now I'm overwhelmed by guilt.

I've never spent as much on clothes as I have since I've been going out with Mavis. Not that I blame her for it, it's also just a product of my age, I reckon. Even as late as when I was a fledgling uni student in 1991/1992, my clothes were still mostly stuff my mother had bought for me (or my grandmother had posted to us from England, much of it from Marks and Spencer it seemed), mixed in with whatever music t-shirts I bought myself. As with most things in life, I feel I've been a late bloomer. But that's ok. It's all part of the whole self-improvement thing, right ? I'm already a long way from the person I was 10 years ago, but I can't stop yet, even though I know I'm trying to approach infinity.

* 17:59 * clothing