May 2009
Truth Telling on the Webernets!
There is no excuse, except for these: the picture was taken of the outfit because I got the shirt fresh in the mail from the birthday fairy (thank you birthday fairy!) and I couldn’t save it until the actual day, plus it matched the scarf Kate gave me as a house-warming perfectly.
Add to that the fact that I was actually up, Spun, showered and wearing a whole outfit not produced by Nike on a Saturday morning. With a mission! I was going thrifting! (Oh, and pic also taken because I’m still in the throes of being all inspired by What I Wore.) Then, reality struck. It’s always freezing here. Always. And I actually don’t like “thrifting” unless it’s house stuff because the stores smell weird and I get the creepy crawlies. Ew. Other peoples’ armpits.
Abandoning the “being out in the world” and fleeing to covers, with Season 3 episodes of Lost online…well! Photobooth is right there and so tempting. Then upon rallying some semblance of will, and finding out that Kate was similarly ensconced away from the tundra we postponed seeing “Outrage,” and I baked. I realized today this photo effectively immortalized both my claims of a) wasting dinner calories; and b) scrunchy hair disaster.
See!? If all my stories are so true, it’s clearly time to start exaggerating the narration in the interest of…interest. (How ‘bout this? I was drooling a little in the picture and that’s why I was laughing. No? Boy. Tough crowd.)
Better stories TK. You’ll see. You’ll all see.
“It’s easy for a girl, because you definitely know if you have a child or not, but for a chap, you could have been in one port and then got on your naval vessel or airplane and never known that you have a child.”
—I guess, James Hewitt. Though I can think of one sure-fire way to be certain as a chap that you’re not fathering a kid… ask Bristol, she’s giving out pamphlets. Oh come on, I kid, I kid. (Heh.) I was looking up Harry/Hewitt info, as one is wont to do on a Sunday morning, and the “getting on your naval vessel” bit captured my imagination. Don’t worry, I adore my future brother-in-law.
How In Heaven's Name Did I Not Think of This?
I mean, once upon a time I organized people’s closets professionally. Now I’m just pro-am in my own house but, this is utterly brilliant and also assuages my guilt for not recycling.
WhatIWore Quick Tip:
Use empty wine bottles to keep your boots standing upright in your closet.
“I’m very judgmental about people who can’t spell ‘definitely’.”
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I’m going to add to this one: WHOA.
I know, the couple of vowels there seem trickily interchangeable. Nope. And the H wants to stay with his friend, Mr. W. He’s uncomfortable hanging there, useless, all in the wrong spot at the end of the word. See? It’s not so hard.
It’s whoafully easy, even.
