The pup is returned to his owner and I can finally breathe a sigh of relief. I’ve been a super stress case the last few days and I have the chin zit to prove it. But today I board a plane to California and things are looking up. I even took myself out last night for some sushi and retail therapy and bought myself some jeans that (gasp!) I find comfortable. It could have been a fluke though- the dressing room mirrors and lighting combined with coming down off a stress high and trying to hurry so I could go get some unagi. I could very well put them on today and change my mind. I am fickle like that.
I am devoutly a dress and skirt girl. What can I say? Pants often draw all my attention to my stomach and frankly, I already direct 82% of my self-loathing to that area of my body so I don’t need any help with that. I am not sure when exactly I shifted to dresses but I remember when I started my weight loss journey and I had a mental picture of what I wanted to be able to wear and feel comfortable. The outfit included me in a dress with a belt and boots. And now? That’s basically my uniform (add a flower pin and maybe a cardigan or fitted jacket). Maybe it’s time for me to revision my wardrobe and dream up a new goal outfit?
All this fashion nonsense rambling is to say, I’m going on a plane! And I might wear jeans! And if I do, I will take a picture for prosperity posterity.* Promise. I’ll daydream about my new fashion focus while flying Virgin Airlines for the first time. I hear it’s divine.
This is my first solo-adventure since hooking up with my fartner in crime, Mr. Darcy. He’ll be left alone with his military channel and cartoons and his pistachios and iced tea where he can leave the toilet lid up without complaint, go to bed without brushing his teeth, not bother to make the bed, eat take out for every meal without my judging eyes and sleep past noon if the cats will let him (good luck with that, honey!).
He is in charge of the building should any problems arise and keeping the cats in line. The cats who have confused our new living room rug as their new scratching place. It was a nice rug and I should have taken a picture of it when we got it A WEEK AGO because it’s looking pretty haggard. Those darn cats are the reason we can’t have nice things.
All this is to say I am really looking forward to a change of pace and sleeping in a luxurious hotel bed, some quiet by myself, some quality time with Rae Rae & Run Run, James Dean & Natalie Wood, Bird, and the beach. I am bringing my lap top for the fist time so you might just hear from me tomorrow too.
*Posterity not prosperity. The jeans aren’t gonna make me rich. OR WILL THEY!?!