Random Musings on a Wednesday Morning (No Dobby Here)

I spent last night on the phone with my mom, then my sister and visited with a friend on the Internet as well. There were the typical “Hello”, “ How are you?” and infamous “What's going on in your life?” I call it infamous because if I say “Nothing” which in my mind means things are typical and there is nothing share worthy going on. Sometimes it's something you just don't share with your family. Okay mostly nothing big is going on. It sounds like you don't have a life. I do. Nothing worth broadcasting.

   On the other hand if you share every little challenge or thought pondered people usually wonder if you are crazy or spending too much time alone.

  For example, I have a t-shirt I frequently wear to work (about once a week) it used to be white. The shirt is about five years old. I ran it through with the whites over the weekend but it's still grayish. I tried to wear it this morning. I can't get past the grayness. It is just too dingy to wear outside now. This is not a problem for most people they buy a new shirt and keep the gray one to wear while painting or doing yard work. It's a simple solution. I have a work shirt that has holes and stains all over it's dingy grayness. Chuck the shirt riddled with holes replace it with the dingy shirt. Buy a new t-shirt.

In my world, it is not so simple. You just added two variables I run the other way from. Clothes shopping and spending money. I am the type of woman that waits until elastic is so loose on a bra that raising arms results in a bra hanging around my neck. I'm not exaggerating. It really has happened before. Seriously.   

  I know I am clothes shopping challenged. I try to compensate for it. When I found myself living as a single woman again I promised myself I would keep up with this stuff. At first I did okay. Then not so much. My next attempt was the plan to get a new t-shirt a month for the first year. I really needed shirts. T-shirts can be really relaxed and fun. I had a knack for finding expensive ones. So that plan never made it to month two. Finally, I promised I would keep up with the underwear and shoes at least and buy other clothes as needed. That plan only worked once as well. 

   You know that gene woman have that gets them excited about clothes and stuff? My gene is incomplete. I like looking, I get excited, I really consider what the odds are it will look good on me then I check the price tag. I am out of there, off the website, putting down the catalog, you name it. I have champagne tastes and a misers brain. Not a fun mixture. It's probably fun to watch though.  Something like this: