Because I cannot accomplish any sort of menial task without some sort of running commentary…
10:00: Reason #374 to Decide to Take the Day Off and Clean Out Your Closet: Because, however improbable it may seem, there could very well be two hundred and seventy dollars in cash tucked away in a pocket that somehow your poor-ass, keeps-everything-in-your-pockets-like-a-teenage-boy self managed to space or displace at some point, lord knows how.
Two Hundred. And Seventy. Dollars. I just made more cash in ten minutes than I make in a week.
And here I thought, with sending Mark off to Ohio for ten days (sniff!) this morning, it was going to be a bad day. Dayum.
11:15 I am not sure quite what to think upon the realization that as I get older, my personal style seems is becoming what would happen if Fran Leibovitz and Betsey Johnson spawned. Two women I think rock, for sure, but do I really want to look like them if they got tossed in a blender?
Seriously: first there’s this endless row of every conceivable type of white button down shirt — shadow-striped, sheer, tuxedo fronted (lots of those: hey, they make it easy to look dressed up when you can’t be sussed to bother), plain, ruched, deconstructed — fifty million white ribbed men’s tank tops, a pile of black jackets, old-style trousers galore and an awful lot of jeans. Then there’s this whole other half of stuff for which every item requires an exclamation point. Leopard boots and skirts! A shirt and dress an LSD-laced garden puked all over! Tulle! Lace corset tops! Fishnet everything! Shiny this! Shiny that! Stripes, stripes, and more stripes! My underwear drawer is equally confused and conflicted: there are literally lacy little bits lost inside boxer shorts.
The hell.
7:00 Six loads of laundry and every Liz Phair album later…
Note to Self: You don’t ever end up liking or wearing t-shirt or cotton tankdresses, so why on earth do you keep on buying them?
Note to Naked Lady Partygoers: Not only am I now nearly ready for another one soon, I have t-shirt and tankdresses, should there be someone who DOES actually wear them. I’m also finally ready to part with some shoes. Also, next Friday night, Women & Wine will be here at the house, in front of the toasty woodstove, since I have it all to myself (and there is plenty of room for drunken women here, so, for instance, Anna, if you’re around, you get dibs on the guest room since no one comes from further than you do). I’ll email everyone per usual, but if you’re local, not on the list and interested, gimme a shout.
All in all? Have to say that was a truly productive day. Who knew: there actually IS a floor in our bedroom. It’s covered in totally gross old carpet, but it’s a floor all the same. I found several missing treasures AND even got paid from the powers that be for cleaning al the clothes up. Sweet!
December 21st, 2006 at 8:32 pm
Wow, I’m happy when I find a twenty.
December 27th, 2006 at 11:28 pm
I’m starting on a purge of my house, so would be happy to Naked Lady it again. So far I’ve pulled out two t-shirts, but there will be more - I haven’t actually started on the clothes yet. I have boxes to go through and I’m being more ruthless as I’m tired of tripping over this stuff.
Also? Woo on the found money!
December 28th, 2006 at 12:01 am
Actually, two of those tankdresses would look good on you when I can picture them looking good at few others.
You can rock the sporty thing.