Confessions of a One-Track Mind

I've been working on Unfucking my bedroom, specifically, getting at my closet. It's been on my to-do list for a while, and today I got up and at it.

As with any cleaning around here, there are things I'm keeping an eye out for, and so far, I've found several, yay! There are also things I've run across and been surprised: That? I'd forgotten about that....

So far, I've been happy to run across a full package of page protectors. I *thought* I'd had a pack, but I couldn't find them, concluded I hadn't bought them after all and gotten more. (This was nearly two years ago, so this really was a serendipitious find as I've been running low.) My basic brown skirt has turned up, hanging in the closet in between some other things, most of which will be Going Away. Yay, skirt! I've missed you! Discovered a plastic bag full of assorted handmade jewelery; after I've dealt with the closet, sorting my caches of jewelery is another to-do. And, oh happy day, my ruby slippers have turned up. They've been MIA for at least three years, and I was stunned when they emerged from under the wrought-iron stand in my bedroom. (I'd've sworn I'd cleaned under there more recently that THAT.)

Anyway, I'm still looking (in particular) for a tiered silver top, a new-with-tags pair of grey flats, the two middle books from the Melendy Quartet, and the mate of my black slipper-bootie.

On a parting note, BigRed and I were discussing the on-again-off-again series of phone interviews I've been having, and that hopefully where's going to be an actual face-to-face meeting soon (next week, I hope, but am not holding my breath as it's not good for my complexion). She said, You know I adore you, right? And I admire your personal style? That being said, in the event they do want a face to face meeting, you do have a professional business outfit to wear, don’t you?. To which I succinctly replied, Pin-striped. *eyeroll* Geez, give me a little credit!

Okay, back to the bedroom; if I don't get the mess resolved, I'm not going to be able to crawl into bed tonight what with all the boxes and flooredrobe....

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Update, 4:30ish: Made several trips and got all the too-big stuff out of my closet. Alll that's left are a few things I can still wear, all "That's were that went!" Also dug into a box and found several folded pairs of socks and a half-dozen pairs of panties; I'm going to wash the latter, as they may have been clean when they went in, but they're musty from being packed away. (Never mind the sniff test, just wash 'em!) Found book two of the Quartet, still need three, which I know damn well is here somewhere. Have reached the inevitable point of, what the hell am I going to do with it all?!

Keep calm, and carry on cleaning....
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Update, 7ish: My closet is being repopulated with garments that are in current rotation. The sad part is, I haven't even *started* bringing things in from the garage; so far, this is just stuff that's been hanging on over-the-door racks. Wow.

While I was shifting things around, I tried on a coat I got at the Melbourne Goodwill back when I first started working next door. Very nice. Italian. Olive, kind of tweedy. At the time, I could get it on, though buttoning it made me look like a stuffed sausage. And today, I buttoned it up, no problem. (Although I haven't tried to sit down in it---the acid test.) Too bad we're having such a warm winter....

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Got home from Mb's this afternoon and found A SNAKE in the middle of my kitchen floor. Yellow, about a foot and a half long. I used a sponge mop to pin it down, and picked it up with a pair of tongs (which I'll never be able to use for food serving again!) and flung it out the front door. What next, a bear in the bathtub?!

We're having canasta tonight, as J is busy tomorrow and Mb has something going on Saturday. Mb has contributed cheese and crackers, I've got a beef summer sausage, and I'm going to run by Publix for a beverage.

Had several odd dreams last night, THREE of which were about shopping. First I was trying on dresses, one midnight blue, one deep violet. Then there was one where I tried on a pair of apple green Kate Spade shoes---which I know damned well they don't make in size 12!---and finally, trying on beaded necklaces in a thrift store with GK and a gal from church. You can tell I'm frustrated about my finances when I'm shopping in my sleep!

More when I can....

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I recently mentioned the buyer's remorse I had toward a pair of boots I bought way back in 2007. EBay purchase: I thought they'd fit; they didn't.

At the time, I was in the vicinity of 340 (as I recall), and my ankles were humongous. I couldn't get them ON, much less buckle the straps. Grumble, grumble, grumble, into a box they went.

Last month's post reminded me about them. The other day, I measured my calves, because I was lusting after a pair of boots posted on fatshionxchange--the last time I measured them, they were 23", and now they're 2" smaller. And I thought, hey, if my calves are smaller, shouldn't my ankles have shrunk too? Yes, they're puffy, but they used to be mammoth.

So a little while ago, I wandered into the middle room and rummaged---not for long, because they were in the first box I checked. Took them back into my room and sat on the bed and pulled on the left one. What do you know, it went on without any trouble. Okay, but the straps---? Wrapped around and...buckled?! Hardly daring to to believe it, I repeated the process on the other foot.

Sing hallelujahs! THEY FIT!!! THEY FIT!!!

Now, I just need to integrate them into my current wardrobe, because there's quite a difference between what I was wearing five years ago and what I'm into now....

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What's the worst case of "buyer's remorse" you've ever had? What were you hoping to get out of your purchase but didn't?

Boots. I spent an unholy amount of money on eBay for what looked like an adorable pair of boots. I hadn't/haven't had a pair of boots in years, and these were cool. I was looking forward to being a genial badass in these strappy little cognac ankle boots.

Alas, they didn't fit over my Clydesdale ankles. I still have them, though. Hope springith eternal....

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Along about 8:30-ish, Mb rang me and wanted to know if I was up for some running around. She was determined to find a white purse to carry to go with her Easter ensemble.

I'm generally always up for running around with Mb, and tonight was no exception. First stop was the Super Target in Viera...this is the second time in recent weeks we've been in there at closing time. There were a couple bags that *I* thought were nice, but she claimed that they were *not* true white.

Once upon a time, Mb went with me to every WalMart in the county to find the exact right shade of green fabric for a Statue of Liberty costume for Halloween. So at no point in the proceedings did I urge her to settle for other than what she wanted.

She didn't get anything at Target. I, on the other hand, got ( two pairs of shoes.  )

On the way out, we bumped into a former coworker from the medical billing office. "Hello, I must be going!" was about the size of it, since the store was closing in 5 minutes.

Next came the Viera WalMart, which was a freaking ZOO, being the Saturday of a holiday weekend. No purse there either, but I got six pairs of socks and a four-pack of panties for under $5. I did *not* get the very cute top I was drooling over. (No pic online, or I'd show you how cute it really was.)

Onward to the Island WalMart, where Mb found a white tote (woven out of some kind of plastic strips, more beachy than churchy, but at the 11th hour, ya take what you can get).

Before church, I need to shower, make deviled eggs for potluck and sleep---not necessarily in that order.

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Fluevog.com has yielded these:

and these:



(Blame it on onceupon and these:)


Shoes---!