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Good morning!

I woke up in a really good mood yesterday, and the day played out pretty well overall. The morning went swiftly and it was "cleaning day" at the office, so I cleaned out my drawers and found a crocheting project I haven't worked on in about two years, so I dug that out and did a little on it, and then during my morning break I found out that Moot Davis, awesome hardcore honky-tonker, will be at my favorite Americana venue on April 20. Whoo hoo! I stopped at the Goodwill store and bought a few nice pairs of slacks and some pretty, thin belts to wear with the kinds of slacks that don't have belt loops large enough for my standard Western belts, then came home to catch up on some email and cook salmon steaks (marinated in citrus juice with dill butter rounds). We watched "Young Frankenstein," for perhaps the millionth time but the first time on DVD (with outtakes and deleted scenes).

Then in the night I was once again plagued by demonic leg cramps, this time mostly in my ankles and feet. The first woke me up around 3:30, and I got up and took some potassium (and, incidentally, sinus medication because I was also a little congested) and walked the cramp off, then went back to sleep. About three hours later the OTHER leg woke me up, and for a couple hours they alternated back and forth until I finally gave up trying to sleep more and got up. Walking soothes the savage cramp. I cleaned out my closet and got rid of all the shirts that are large or extra-large (even the ones I still loved) because I'm swimming in them now and straightened everything out, more or less. One new suit I bought on eBay turned out to be too large, but since it's a very fine, vintage suit, I'm going to box it up and take it down to the vintage clothing store here and see if I can get what I paid for it back (about $30). Probably not, but might as well. Suddenly I seem to be much tinier than I thought I was, although the scale tells me I'm still 165 pounds (which, happily, is FINALLY down -- I had to get back to regimentally counting those calories!).

All the other slacks I bought at eBay turned out perfect, more or less -- one pair is a little too small, but if all goes well, I should be able to wear them eventually. And why did I have to buy all these new slacks? Well, our supervisor's supervisor, lovely middle management, came down from his home office in Greeley, Colorado, a couple weeks back and yelled at Mark (my supervisor) because some of us (my department is hugely casual and we're locked in a room away from everyone else in the world and don't deal with the public AT ALL) didn't follow the "business casual" dress code -- and where that hit me was "no denim of any kind." (Mark himself came to me after the announcement and told me I always looked professional and he didn't see anything wrong with what I had on. For this I praise him with great praise.) I have been wearing black denim slacks nearly every day for the better part of the six years I've been working there, and have many lovely pairs in my closet, one pair hasn't even been worn yet. BUT suddenly they're no longer acceptable, so I had to spend a lot of this year's bonus on pants. Luckily, I was able to find many nice Western pairs on eBay. Lovely eBay. Goodwill doesn't often have Western wear, but I can always find it on eBay. Next week said upper-manager will be back in town. I wish I had the guts to ask him, "So, Herb, why is it that some of the girls around here can come to work in tight little Capri slacks and beachcomber shoes, but black denim slacks are bad?"

Anyway, now I have several boxes ready to head back down to Goodwill, and the circle of clothes continues.

What I really need to do is get viciously "Queer Eye" on myself and just throw a lot of this junk OUT. Of course, the problem is, much of it I'll look at and remember why I bought it and love it all over again and nothing will be accomplished. This is why one needs the Fab Five to come in and just be ruthless. The bandage hurts less if you just RIP it off! :D

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sillymagpie
Mar. 27th, 2004 12:09 pm (UTC)
You know, there's a tailor at Town & Country Mall. If you really like that vintage suit, you might see how much it would cost to alter it to fit you.

--Maggie
wildrider
Mar. 27th, 2004 12:33 pm (UTC)
There's a tailor at Town & Country? Actually, I have some other things I REALLY want tailored, such as my duster and, possibly (although I haven't checked, I assume it's too big now) my tuxedo coat. Depending on how much it costs, I suppose I could look into getting the suit altered, but I feel like explaining to the gal who sold it that just because it was sold in West Virginia doesn't make it WESTERN... :)
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