My reward boots arrived and. . . they did not fit my calves. I was dejected and over-personalizing it but then Kaply told me that the boots not fitting was not a value judgment and well, as we’ve clearly already established, Kaply is right about these sorts of things. So I backed off from my fashion woe ledge and started shopping around on line for other options. I have a few in mind but am going to wait until I get my money from the return before purchasing.
I’ve been having trouble in the mornings getting ready for work. My closet was overflowing with clothes but half the time I’d grab something and it wouldn’t fit right. Now instead of it being too small, it is too big. Big, roomy clothes do not make a person look slimmer. And so I spent Sunday afternoon dumping the entirety of my closet and dresser onto my floor and bed and trying every single thing on. There are now eight bags of clothes in my car waiting to be donated. And my closet? IS SO ORGANIZED. That kind of thing shouldn’t titillate me, should it? Because it so totally does.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go get dressed. My excuse for being late to work is no longer valid.