22/50 Undercover

1. The soup situation

I’m in hiding at the moment (which isn’t doing wonders for my campaigning – VOTE FOR ME!) but I have had soup made for me. Not wee soup, to be clear, and it was delish. I’m not even lying. There was no internal gagging or holding my breath.

The key, because I know you’re gagging to know (yup), is to make sure you can tell it’s actual food. Not all smooshed up so as to be unrecognisable.

I don’t know if I’m going to eat it again willingly but at least you’re aware for when I come to dinner.

2. The magazine situation

Since my Mum bought me my first Vogue magazine in the 1980’s I have (as my Nana used to point out sternly) probably spent a fortune on not just Vogue (British, American and French) but The Face, various music mags, Jane and more. So many more.

When I left home the first time I came back to a new family house and no magazines! What? Who would do that to their only daughter? (I also got told to ‘do something’ with my school art folders and a piece of knitting that could’ve been MAGNIFICENT.)

I started buying Vogues again, and this was when you paid the international airfreight price for a May copy in August. Times were tough, kids.

I’m also starting to see why I don’t own a boat.

And now? Now I don’t buy them but I have back copies from the late 80’s to a few years back. And every time we move I put them out on some shelves from the first to the last. In order. By date. Every time.

I’m thinking this should end. A clean slate. Except my daughter says once all eleventy million books and my hoarder’s collection of magazines are organised then whatever house we’re in is home.

Maybe not quite yet then.

3. The yoga knickers situation

So. I’m going to say it. I can see through your yoga pants.

Two words. Yoga undies.

VOTE FOR ME!

---

Soup thoughts? What do you wear under your yoga pants?
And what’s your magazine of choice?

Photo by Rita Morais

---

© The Yoga Connection 2017