FAIL: I have done nothing more than think about and look at the fabric draped over my dress form, waiting patiently to be made into a top. I have not yet returned my latest ill-fitting mail-order purchases. I have not called my grandmother to say â€œhi,â€ nor have I thanked my sister for the box that appeared on my doorstep the other day PACKED FULL of Stone Pony gear*. I have not called Allstate to adjust my car insurance (why am I paying nearly $1,000 a year to insure a $3,500 car?). I have not fully worked out my next tattoo, which I need to get pretty durn immediately if itâ€™s going to heal in time for Viva.
PASS: I filled out my annual Self Assessment for work. I returned the last two pairs of COMPLETELY UNNECESSARY shoes I bought. I made an appointment to have a PROFESSIONAL hairstylist work on my mop. Itâ€™s been years since someone with a license has colored my hair. I left the office early enough on Wednesday to enjoy the extra daylight. Iâ€™ve started to post a few of my favorite vintage garments on eBay, and while I hate to say goodbye to any of them, they all deserve to go to people who fit well inside of them, and can show them off. Iâ€™ll keep posting stuff until I run out of stuff to post. Anyone who has seen my flickr closet knows that could be a long way off. I decided, finally, to cull the pretty pink party dress from my planned Viva wardrobe, which means I can stop stressing about finding shoes to match it, or getting it altered in time. Maybe this yearâ€™s birthday party theme will be Pretty Pink Party Dresses. Apologies in advance to Erin, who doesnâ€™t get along with pink. Iâ€™m sure sheâ€™ll manage. Jana sent me a photo of her beach chair, and her beer, on the sand at her new home in Oregon… and I printed it out and put it on my wall and will refrain from throttling her out of pure, blind jealousy when I see her on Saturday. And… um… well, Iâ€™m sure I accomplished something else. And hey, I still have today, Friday, and Saturday to hit the first half of this post!
â€œI think Spring is very eager to kick Winter off her couch, heâ€™s been drinking all her beer and eating all her cereal, and itâ€™s time he moved on with his life. Elsewhere.â€ – Dooce
*No. Sorry, pal. Even without it, youâ€™re cooler than Otter Pops in February.