I was tagged.

I was tagged to do 7 weird or random things and 6 quirky things and I think I will roll that into one post, because 13 things about moi would bore even me. Besides, I have good housework intentions today.

1. Almost every hat I try on suits me, whereas almost every pair of glasses looks awful. I am envious of people who look cool in specs.

2. I like to have a plan. This is not the same as a solution, mind. But if there is a problem I like for there to be a plan of action. If Fixit tells me he doesn't want people coming to our house to look at the motorbike he needs to sell, that is an obstacle and I don't want to hear about those. If he tells me he's thinking of getting Conatwork to sell it on his behalf, then that is a plan and I will probably not nag him about the whole still-got-three-bikes, where's-my-new-couch? situation.
I like you to have a plan too. If you don't have a plan I may have to go home and think about your problem till I can come up with a plan for you, and you may not like or want my plan. Besides I have problems of my own that need plans, I can't be doing all yours.

3. I think I can blame my terrible sense of direction on the fact that I grew up in Canberra. Canberra is a planned city with a very circular system of roads so if you want to travel to the left you quite often have to turn right to do so. Now that I live in Melbourne with its straightforward grid-based streets, I still take the incorrect option every time when I rely on my own intuition.

4. I cannot cope with tight waistbands. I get truly awful stomach-aches within the hour of attempting them. Same for control-topped pantyhose, tried them once as a means of leg support on an 8-hour waitressing shift and had to walk out on my job because the bastard boss didn't believe that I was doubled over in pain. If I'd lived in times of corsets I would have been an invalid who never got off the couch (and if I'd managed to find a husband who liked fragile women I would have died in childbirth anyway)

5. I hate guitar solos. In fact there's an awful lot of rock music that leaves me cold because of over-prominent guitar-iness. But I love a funky bass-line.

6. I really, really object to being told what to wear. Fashion columns give me the shits when they tell me I can't wear a mini-skirt past the age of 30, or hand out edicts on appropriate style for my age. What business is it of these trend-following conservative sycophants what people wear? If they like so-called classic lines or collared shirts or wearing brown, fine. Doesn't mean the rest of us do. And if you think I should avoid these sort of articles you are probably right but it gives me a weird pleasure to read the offending items and then heap scorn on them.

I thought I'd tag some people whose blogs I have met fairly recently. Really to test if they've come back to read me more than once. So tell me your quirks please Dancing with Frogs, Chalk & Talk, Random Applique (when you are back) Innercity Garden, The Skint Vegan and The Small Stuff. Or tell me that you don't do tags, I don't mind.