Good morning. So dragging my feet. I think I have to accept that I am just going to stay up late to midnight really and get up at 7:30. If only my body didn’t insist on getting up in the 6s.
Cooked breakfast, as usual. Frothed the milk for my coffee—I’ve been doing this a while and I really like it. I was no longer satisfied with my coffee and it was time for a change. And actually I enjoy decaf with the frothed milk in the afternoon or evening even more than in the usual morning routine which is surprising.
But I haven’t always drunk milk in the mornings. For a while I did uber strong Irish Breakfast tea, but I no longer enjoy strong tea and for the most part, tea just doesn’t occur to me. I grew up drinking coffee. Mother used to say that I drank the cold coffee left in their cups after breakfast. I believe it.
You may have noticed that I’ve begun building the page–“the clothes.” I have a keen interest in all things wardrobe, but I am not really into “fashion” per se. It is interesting, but I focus on real-life clothes and how to get dressed. I have been so influenced by “My Green Closet,” “a small wardrobe,” and “Jessica Rose Williams,” and want to have the right number of the perfect pieces to wear. And by “perfect” I just mean that they fit, they feel good on my skin, and they make me feel skippy and gorgeous and ready for anything.
A tall order, yes?
Yes, but I have been working on this for at least 4 yrs and am getting closer and closer. And I just, finally, finally, let go of a huge load of things that I was keeping just because I hadn’t donated them and because I thought—“I’ll use these some day.”
Yes, I am letting go. I have one small box of sentimental clothes. And I went to Home Goods and bought nice cloth-covered boxes—4 of graduating sizes. And I told myself, everything will fit into these. And it pretty much did—winter sweaters and hats and scarves and socks in the largest. second box holds when-it-is-needed-and-when-it-fits black more-formal wear. Socks, my black “real” bra, and extra underwear and camisoles are in the smallest box. I did end up putting a few things (dress shoes, etc.) into a couple other small boxes, but overall I have the boxes, my small bureau, and my closet rack.
I am very pleased. And I know that more culling will occur. And fewer purchases.
Which is part of capsule wardrobe-ing. Wearing all of your clothes, buying pieces that will last (still not there on this one), and overall buying less.
But enough of clothes.
Late this afternoon (4—6) I have the DBT class. Before then I need to ship a couple things to my brother and do other little things, not the least of which is getting my laundry ready.
Ok. It’s now 2:35.
I did get groceries, which always takes me at least 2 hrs. I thought it would be quicker today, but it wasn’t because we ended up “needing” an entire cart full and because it takes me probably 30 mins. to bag my own groceries which I must do because it is much too stressful to watch cashiers and baggers manhandle the food I’m about to pay a fortune for.
As always when I go into the grocery store, I was already playing the “will I or won’t I game?” the “will I binge, will I eat in the car, will I just eat the icing?” game–
I did not eat in the car. I did buy ice cream and a caramel/chocolate/white cake/whipped icing dessert for both Dale and myself. And 3 cinnamon rolls.
I just ate mine along with a thing of sushi. I am fuller than I would like but I don’t feel the need to dive into the ice cream or the huge bag of Russel Stover’s sugar-free variety candy that I also bought.
So.
I want to continue to work on this site, but instead I will look over the DBT worksheets and prepare for tonight’s class. I will also leave EARLY.
On to it the remainder of the day. It’s so gorgeous outside.
(I haven’t had a migraine in a while. I’m thinking maybe the BOTOX is really working.)
~r
