coming out of the closet

i’m sure you’ve read becky’s “passion for fashion” takeover. i have had that passion for years decades. and my closet(s) show it. have you seen 27 dresses? you know the part where she stuffs the dress into the closet and forces the door shut only to have to closet door spring open in utter refusal. that’s not just special effects. it’s reality tv. and something i deal with everyday. well everyday that i actually hang stuff up… addicts aren’t really tidy people.

so i have decided to move some things from the closet rack to the clearance rack. (where most of them came from anyway- i pay full price for nothing!!!) oh yes, i will be having my very own “how do i look/what not to wear” extravaganza. clothes will be gone through, gotten rid of and not replaced.

i am liquidating and downsizing. survival of the fittest you might say! only a chosen few will remain. those key pieces that can be worn anywhere at anytime with anything. and some other key pieces that make it possible for the above key pieces to be that versatile.

am i having a sale? oh i’ve pondered the idea of opening up my yard to wandering strangers and taking their money. first i think i will visit the local consignment shop and try my luck at that. but with what’s left… well let’s just say i’m hoping it doesn’t rain on my chosen saturday.

to add to my new found wild hair… i’ve decided that when i do purchase something new, i must part with 2 things old. this could quite possibly be one of the biggest dilemas in my fashion history. pray for me people. it’s things like this that drive a diva to… well make excuses for not purging… those 2 old things. i mean if green/brown/orange/red/navy is the new black, then isn’t old the new… new? oh my, i may have just hurt myself. i need a real coke-with cherry! 

moving on to accessories. i usually give these things to ladies i work with. this is something i can do without offense. not often do tempers flare or feelings get hurt when someone says “girl, you can’t wear a size 6 purse, you need a size 10!” 

in clothesing- ha! i was planning to embark on this adventure friday. which is normally my day off. but now i have to work. this upsets me terribly. (so much so that i bought a t-shirt today!) because now i may lose my nerve, my drive. the thrill will be gone and the adrenaline rush over. i don’t like waiting. good things don’t come, they get forgotten. i could start tonight at the close of this post, but i find myself exhausted from the mere planning of such an event. must go. need rest. where’s my new blanket…?!

yes i’m alive

well sort of. i draw breath, but i’m not sure you can call it living. i’m sick and tired and sick of being tired. i have no solice or peace. so i am going on a much needed retreat next week. while my kids are keeping it green at summer breakaway and my husband is keeping paid for at work, i will be keeping it quiet all by myself. my plan is to sleep, read, watch some much missed tv and then sleep some more. oh and there’s the pool!

i’m not going into too much detail, becasue there aren’t any. no plans, no schedules, no organizing, just resting.

my house is in total disarray, which grieves me deeply, but guess what… i’ll get over it on my trip!

so as long as it has been since my last post. it will be almost as long until my next one. which may be entitled “i would like to reserve another room please”.