You guys, you guys! I cleaned the kitchen, and I got a bunch of work done on NU! If I manage to run a load of laundry before bed, I will have accomplished my entire to-do list for today! And that doesn’t really ever happen. (In fact, I’m thinking maybe I should add a couple more items, just so I don’t jinx the laundry… I really need to do it, and I’m not sure I’m capable of actually accomplishing everything on my list.
The coffee-and-chocolate quantities that got me through the writing have left me a bit spazzy, and I think I’m just going to go with it. Spazzy post!
One of my pre-writing procrastination acts was to check The Fluent Self, which I’ve just started reading and kind of love. As a procrastination tool, though, it fails miserably, especially when this is the post you landed on. So instead of distracting me for half an hour or so, it helped me find my way through my resistance to working, and I wound up getting a bunch done. Oops.
And talking of Nona Umbra, my Big News is probably within a week or so of being ready to go public. Woo!
Um, the post title is “rock star” because at that moment, I felt like a rock star for getting all my crap done. Also possibly because I was dancing around the kitchen and singing while I cleaned. Dancing and singing in the kitchen is one of those things that make me feel super-hot and wish someone was around to see how adorable I am. Possibly the hotness is all in my head, though, so it might be a good thing no one ever is. (Kneading bread while Nina Simone sings the blues, though… that is plainly and undisputably hot. I should make bread soon.)
Talking of hotness, I made a decision last week to get rid of all my clothes that don’t make me feel pretty (sparing a couple comfy favorites, like my indispensable granny sweater.) I think this is an excellent idea and very good for my personal development. I also think it will leave me with maybe four or five outfits for every season. I’m just reminding myself that I’ll have money to buy clothes someday, and that if I have to wear the same four or five outfits for months at a time, at least I’ll feel pretty. Also, I have the wherewithal to make at least half a dozen awesome scarves, which should help with variety.
Okay, spazziness is being replaced by staring-into-space dimness. The fact that “Polly Come Home” just came up on my playlist isn’t helping. Love that song, love that album, but it’s not a track that fills one with get-up-and-go. Um. At all. Time to give my system something to feed off of besides pure nervous energy. Then: laundry? It just might happen…
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Yay! So I’ve had exactly the same thought about dancing and cooking in the kitchen… particularly in an apron and high heels. I love that I’m not the only one who is aware of the scene I am living.
Nona Umbra goes public … YAY!
I’m self-consciously upping the cuteness of my wardrobe as well, friend!
About throwing away clothes:
I know everyone says its a good idea, but after being there I have to admit that I hated it and maybe you want to give it another think.
What happened to me:
I relocated overseas. Most of my clothes went into a big container that takes months to ship. I took two suitcases with my favorite clothes with me for the few month until everything else arrived.
By the time my container arrived, these clothes no longer made me feel pretty. In fact, I was damn tired of looking at them. Some of them didn’t hold up well in the intense use, but even those that were built to last – I just couldn’t look at myself in them anymore. I desperately needed some change and variety – even if it was less pretty. Also, after two month my colleagues noticed (and they are all male!) and started urging me to buy something new.
In short – instead of feeling pretty, I began hating my favorite clothes. I was very glad when the container arrived and I hugged my less favorite clothes like they were my lost daughter.
If you can do this experiment without actually giving the clothes away, it may be more recommended. Or keep more than 4-5 outfits, some “less pretty but good for variety” things.
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