scrapin’
I know I said that I was going to set up a special account devoted to being able to shop for better clothes. I really intend to do that. Because I just did something that really made me realize that just because it’s not at the top of my priority list, I’m not allowed to dismiss it as unimportant.
I just pulled a black Sharpie marker out of my desk, and used it to fill in the places on my black belt that have cracked and are showing the bright brown fibers underneath the finish of the belt. It’s passing, but I still smell Sharpie marker. Which reminded me that before I left home for work today, I took two safety pins and pinned up the hem of my right pants leg so that the hem, which has fallen out in the front because the thread has come out, wouldn’t fall. I would have worn the other clean thing I have, a skirt, but its hem has fallen out too, and because of class, studying, and cleaning, I haven’t had time to do my two weeks’ worth of laundry (or the inclination to do any mending, which might be good, ‘cause hems are not my forte). All day I’ve been hoping that no one would see the two very small shiny dots at the bottom of my pants leg - if you look, you can see the spot where the safety pins are grabbing the fabric from the inside of the pants leg. They are very small spots, and my pants are gray, but come on. I’ve got to do better than this.
I have dresses and suits that I don’t wear. I’ve got jewelry from an ex that I don’t have any inclination to wear again. I have a few other little things I have no intention of using again. I think I might get on EBay or Craig’s list or even on the phone to a consignment shop, so that I can get my shopping fund started. Because this is ridiculous.
If this makes you laugh, it’s OK. One of these days, I’m going to think this is funny, too.
