Good greif, I need to go clothes shopping. I'm walking around like somone who should go on What Not To Wear. Seriously. If anyone wants to nominate me for my makeover, go right ahead. I don't know what my problem is? I just don't want to spend time or energy trying on clothes, or spending money on them, or feeling bad about clothes that don't fit. Something feels wrong about buying more stuff when gas and food prices are through the roof - like it's frivolous and unnecessary. Even though I have nothing to wear, especially pants and skirts. And nevermind casual clothes. I spend most of every weekend in gym clothes or pajamas.
Not only is the clothes situation rather dire, but I am running late most mornings and leave the house with my wet hair pulled back in a bun or ponytail. Not exactly unprofessional, but not bespeaking of a well-coiffed young lady. I haven't bought clothes in months and my closet continues to get more bare as I get rid of things I can't stand looking at any longer, or things that I put on and become disgusted with for their tattiness or ill-fittingness. I almost threw in the trash outright the pants I was wearing yesterday as soon as I walked in my door because they were soaked through up to the knees from my trek home in the pouring rain, and aside from being a bit too casual really for work, also now have a small bleach stain near the pocket that appeared mysteriously one day.
Every morning when I slide out of my pajamas, I feel a small pang of sadness that I have to get dressed in presentable professional attire! I like looking nice, but I'm perfectly happy schlepping around in comfies. I would spend every day in lounge wear if it didn't scream LOSER. The first thing I do when I walk in my door from work is change into my pajamas. This is also one of the biggest reasons I have very little social life to speak of.
My boss is in quite the pleasant mood today. He just got back from a vacation to the Amalfi coast in Italy, where he got engaged to his girlfriend. Work is just so much more enjoyable when he's not in a caustic sewer of negativity.
Also, Adam is coming! Sometimes I miss him so much I want to barf. I think he'll be here the week of July 14, so I'll probably take that week off work. I don't have enough airline miles to go out there (sad!) right now, but I'll be going there over Thanksgiving, so that is some consolation. It's probably better that I don't go there now anyway since his little brother Garret is there and already has re-created the messy nest of his college dorm room in Adam's studio. (BTW, little brother Garret I'm told has lost some weight - he's no longer 6'4" and 225 lbs, he now only weighs 210 !!)