In a fit of excitement because I have finally lost a bit of weight and because DH has been put on a permanent contract and for the first time in 5 years I actually felt like I could go and blow some money on actual nice clothes, I went to Mint Velvet to try things on that I have been drooling over for months. And I looked shit. Still too fat. Not like the new me I was imagining. I wanted to shout like Julia Roberts (but fatter) "I have money! Look! " make me look nice! Etc. and then maybe throw some money at the sales assistants and then have sex with Richard Gere I didn't of course. I just had a bit of a cry in the car.