Mission
I have a mission, I think.
I own a lot of wonderful skirts, and a few wonderful dresses, and some nice slacks, and after two recent shopping sprees, I have a bunch of nice shirts too. But I'm still most comfortable in jeans and a t-shirt. Which, come January when I will be (hopefully!) employed, may not fly. So I think I need to get used to wearing dressier clothes on a more regular basis.
So I'm considering wearing nice clothes on weekdays for the first two weeks of school. It'll be quite a challenge, but it could be worthwhile. Jeans would only be allowed if they were nice jeans, worn with a nice top.
Packing
I take a RIDICULOUS amount of time to pack. I love doing it, and it's a good way for me to destress. I have two separate packing lists, one exhaustive and one more spontaneous. I have several boxes and bins and bags for packing in, and methodical ways of organizing everything. Last night, I spent about two hours watching a movie and deciding what to put into eight tins I bought. (The final selections: permanent markers, hard candy, Q-tips, band-aids, ponytail holders, nail polish, pencils, and cough drops.) Whether to put my glass cleaner in the trash can or the recycling bin for transportation is a big decision. I have set aside Monday and Tuesday for me to pack and get organized, and I expect to use most of that time.
Archibald
A few weeks ago, I made a penguin out of blue, green, and silver polymer clay. He's adorable. His name is Archibald.
Magazines
Northwest Airlines sent me a thingie where I had to choose magazines to subscribe to, using my frequent flyer miles. Otherwise, they'd just vanish without so much as a "poof." So I subscribed to about eight magazines. And then I was buying something on Amazon, and just needed to spend five dollars to save seven dollars on shipping, so I subscribed to another magazine (for $5!). And when my first issue arrived, I remembered how much I enjoy magazine subscriptions. I had at least one throughout almost my entire childhood, and I'd missed that. Magazines are fun. They're even more fun when they're "free."
Scissors
I always used to sharpen scissors by folding a square of aluminum foil in quarters and snipping it to pieces with the dull scissors. But I read in Real Simple ($5 subscription!) that you can sharpen scissors by cutting through sand paper a few times. So I'm torn. I only have one pair of scissors, but now I wish I had two dull pairs so I could do a comparison testing.
Deodorant
I've started using it at night because Consumer Reports said it works better that way, and it does seem too. I'm still somewhat chicken about it, and I put on a little in the morning too, but it does seem to absorb better overnight than during the day. Try it.
Commercial
I saw a commercial today that used a new coinage and defined it in a really... un-subtle way. I wonder if it'll ever stick. I doubt it. The word is rockstare, and it's that look you get when you're dressed like a rock star. And apparently K-Mart's clothes are rockstare-inducing.
The End
Out of the Mouths of Babes
I have identified, with great certainty, one child who should never grow up to be a waitress, or a chef, or anything else in the food service industry. A particular four-year-old was playing a computer game in which she had to assemble pizzas to the specifications on the order. And of course, you have to put them together quickly, and it was frustrating to this particular player, who didn't have the dexterity to do it fast enough. After she lost yet again, I reminded her, "Well, you have to put cheese on the pizzas!" She told me, "But the people won't think it tastes good!" And therefore, she should never work in a restaurant.
At the pool one day, I "got my hair done" by a six-year-old "hairdresser" on my "wedding day." Her idea. Luckily for me, this particular "hair salon" also sold wedding gowns and jewelry! And nothing would cost more than five dollars. My "hairdresser" suggested one with butterflies and roses on it, which would cost three dollars. The matching veil and earrings cost one cent, and a matching necklace is free. I told her that I thought one cent was a good price, but I only had a quarter. Could I get change? "Yes!" She said. "Here's $20 change." Good thing she only deals in imaginary money, because she'd soon be broke using these math skills.
At the pool one day, I "got my hair done" by a six-year-old "hairdresser" on my "wedding day." Her idea. Luckily for me, this particular "hair salon" also sold wedding gowns and jewelry! And nothing would cost more than five dollars. My "hairdresser" suggested one with butterflies and roses on it, which would cost three dollars. The matching veil and earrings cost one cent, and a matching necklace is free. I told her that I thought one cent was a good price, but I only had a quarter. Could I get change? "Yes!" She said. "Here's $20 change." Good thing she only deals in imaginary money, because she'd soon be broke using these math skills.
