A Friday night, and the best part of my evening so far is watching my favourite show on tv. Not a bad way to spend an evening for a little hermit like me, and What Not To Wear really is something I hate to miss. It’s one of the only times I’ll watch a rerun, usually I despise those things. Has the show done me any good? Right now there’s no money to buy me nicer clothing much, but what it has done is made me a lot less impulsive about what I buy. D has told me I can get a few new shirts for the more nipply weather a week ago, in the past I would’ve already bought them all. The new Tartlet is trying to find things she’s going to love, not just whatever seems cute at the time. What really hurts is when they start pointing out how awful an outfit is, and it’s something that I would wear.