This t-shirt either didn’t yet have the mysterious dark stain on it yet September 13, 2011, or it did and I wore it to work anyway and it just doesn’t show up in the picture. You know, one of those spots that looks wet even though it’s not, that I’ve heard can come from fabric softener except I only use dryer sheets and can those cause the same problem?
I wear the shirt to exercise now and the sweat disguises the stain.
Out of order? Out of order? You’re out of order!
Getting caught up on backlogged pictures is tricky sometimes, so here’s a photo that’s actually from a week before the previous post. Loosen up a little, relax dude, what are you, the chronology police?
This blouse is now in the giveaway pile.
I opened my mailbox to find a key, a key to one of the larger mailboxes! I had gotten a package! My aunt had sent me fabric from her stash that she was sorting, pieces from projects and recycled clothing and curtains, some from decades ago. What fun to 1) get real mail, and 2) receive vintage fabric her.
I can tell kickball had started by the time of this picture because check out my right ankle. (My right.) That’s my kicking ankle, folks, apparently my rookie kickball technique involved heavy bruising. I am hardcore. Or bad at kicking? Maybe a combination of both.
I’m staring down that pool towel and I’m staring it down hard.
A friend’s sister gave her two garbage bags full of clothes that she didn’t wear anymore, now that she doesn’t work in an office setting and has a few toddlers and doesn’t wear the same size as she used to. The friend pulled out everything she wanted and handed the remaining garbage bag to me to pick through before she took it to Goodwill. I snagged a few tops, a pair of red jeans that I don’t think I’ll actually wear, and a lovely Ann Taylor dress. It’s strapless and black cotton with a few white details, and after hemming it a little shorter it will be great for one or two of the four weddings I’m attending this fall. (4!) It can be made work-appropriate with a cardigan or jacket, too.
Apparently lots of weddings happen when you’re 29 years old and it’s autumn. How soon before the baby showers start to pile up?
This shirt keeps almost moving to the giveaway pile and then getting one more chance. I like this tucked-into-a-skirt version and might let it stay in the closet a few more wearings. Everything looks good with a black pencil skirt.
As previously mentioned, I don’t remember much about July. I know my brother invited me to join a hike on the 4th of July to watch various fireworks shows at once from a high point on the trail. I know I did not end up going because… of something I don’t recall. Was I feeling unwell? Did I attend a barbecue or party? Was I solemn and patriotic at home on the couch, contemplating the responsibility of freedom? What about the rest of the month, where was I then?? Actually, June is pretty vague too.
In the first week of August I left for a vacation in San Diego. At the end of May I attended a wedding & reception at a country club. What happened between those two events? Work, improv comedy workshop on Tuesday nights if it was in session, the occasional zumba class at the gym. And other… stuff? My excel class ended in May, hockey season was done by mid-June.
What did I do with my waking hours this summer???
Half of the scattered outfit pictures I took over the summer were this pink fake tweed skirt. I seem to have said, “Oh, this is a work outfit, I suppose I should document it.” Whenever I wear this skirt I fee l like I work in an office. Which makes sense, because I do work in an office and that’s the only place I’ve worn this skirt. Except maybe once to church, where I haven’t been since maybe early July.
I don’t remember much of July, although I’m pretty sure I was around for all 31 days of it, and I’m pretty sure I didn’t go to church. The 10:00 a.m. summer schedule was too early compared to the 10:45 school year schedule. That 45-minute difference meant it wasn’t going to happen. It’s the school year now again, huh. Maybe I’ll drive myself to church on Sunday for some contemplation, hymns, and not taking communion or believing in Jesus Christ as my personal savior.
Oh hey look I’m still wearing clothes to work. Or at least I was two months ago when I took this picture, who can say what’s happening these days?? It might or might not involve wearing clothes.