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May. 20th, 2016 09:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeTWO LARGE GARBAGE BAGS AND THREE PAIRS OF SHOES LATER.
I'm not kidding, that's how many clothes I tossed last night. Apparently sweeping an entire Stitch Fix box and getting a bunch more clothes from Modcloth for my birthday made me feel like zomg I r indulgent clotheshound female I must get rid of clothes. So I got rid of clothes. Not "indulgent" things because fuck that judgment of society, but things I'd outgrown but were hanging onto in case I shrunk again, t-shirts I bought because they were the closest thing I could get to cool at the time, a stack of about twelve tie-dye t-shirt experiments, pairs of jeans bought in a fit of why do all of my jeans have holes in them. Button down shirts bought in a fit of my chest isn't that big I can totally wear button downs it's fine (button downs are made for B cup or less, I fucking swear.)
And then a bunch of pairs of shoes I'd gotten in a fit of will this work is this my aesthetic is this cool? No. Buuuuut I also bought a pair of nice neutral heel sandals for wearing with the maxi skirts, the longass pants holy shit, and other things. Kind of a wardrobe staple, I'm told? So that's fine, that'll stick around a while.
I have also come under the societal influence of With Great Sandals Comes Great Need For Pedicures, so I went on a bit of a binge of consolidating all my pedicure stuff (I have a surprising lot of it) and making a list of drugstore extra stuff I need to pick up (toe separators for nail polishing) along with the suedecare stuff. I have leather care! Suedecare, not as much as you'd think. But, so, yes, that's going to happen. Still dithering over the professional pedicure to top it off thing but I do have a birthday coupon and some birthday money left and I think the braintwin might kill me if I don't.
Bah, what else. Heh, I got nowhere near the amount of anything I wanted to get done yesterday, mainly due to the fact that cleaning out my closet and dresser took a lot longer than I expected. But now that's done and I won't have to do it again for another couple years, and maybe not even then because this was a pretty thorough chucking.
(Socks. I need more socks. I need cute bootie/anklet socks for after dealing with my cracked feet. [I do not need socks, but it is a thing to remember in... August? Ish, after I've bought all of the expensive colored pencils. I need to make a schedule of shinies buying again.])
So, yeah, at least that's done. Which leaves me with, going into the weekend, sewing the mockup of the new jacket bodice pattern and then starting to sew the jacket. And hemming the fucking pants. Which is good because then I can catch up on writing and reading and languages and figure out what the fuck I'm doing with Khan Academy since they've made it all but impossible on the main page for physics (and other sciences?) to keep track of what the fuck I've learned out of where. Argh. Irksome. And I need to sort through all my notes and integrate them into my notebook, but that's my own damn fault.
ETA: I did in fact go down the street and make an appointment for a birthday pedicure, I did not buy any footie socks, I have no idea what my brain is on about with the paranoid reflexive snarling but I am really fucking sick of it, I'm supposed to be healthier now brain, get with the fucking program. And, um. I have discovered that my used redhead conditioner jars are a good size to hold a bunch of sugar scrub, so, um. Does anyone have any good more liquid beauty stuff I can put in the used redhead shampoo jars?
I'm not kidding, that's how many clothes I tossed last night. Apparently sweeping an entire Stitch Fix box and getting a bunch more clothes from Modcloth for my birthday made me feel like zomg I r indulgent clotheshound female I must get rid of clothes. So I got rid of clothes. Not "indulgent" things because fuck that judgment of society, but things I'd outgrown but were hanging onto in case I shrunk again, t-shirts I bought because they were the closest thing I could get to cool at the time, a stack of about twelve tie-dye t-shirt experiments, pairs of jeans bought in a fit of why do all of my jeans have holes in them. Button down shirts bought in a fit of my chest isn't that big I can totally wear button downs it's fine (button downs are made for B cup or less, I fucking swear.)
And then a bunch of pairs of shoes I'd gotten in a fit of will this work is this my aesthetic is this cool? No. Buuuuut I also bought a pair of nice neutral heel sandals for wearing with the maxi skirts, the longass pants holy shit, and other things. Kind of a wardrobe staple, I'm told? So that's fine, that'll stick around a while.
I have also come under the societal influence of With Great Sandals Comes Great Need For Pedicures, so I went on a bit of a binge of consolidating all my pedicure stuff (I have a surprising lot of it) and making a list of drugstore extra stuff I need to pick up (toe separators for nail polishing) along with the suedecare stuff. I have leather care! Suedecare, not as much as you'd think. But, so, yes, that's going to happen. Still dithering over the professional pedicure to top it off thing but I do have a birthday coupon and some birthday money left and I think the braintwin might kill me if I don't.
Bah, what else. Heh, I got nowhere near the amount of anything I wanted to get done yesterday, mainly due to the fact that cleaning out my closet and dresser took a lot longer than I expected. But now that's done and I won't have to do it again for another couple years, and maybe not even then because this was a pretty thorough chucking.
(Socks. I need more socks. I need cute bootie/anklet socks for after dealing with my cracked feet. [I do not need socks, but it is a thing to remember in... August? Ish, after I've bought all of the expensive colored pencils. I need to make a schedule of shinies buying again.])
So, yeah, at least that's done. Which leaves me with, going into the weekend, sewing the mockup of the new jacket bodice pattern and then starting to sew the jacket. And hemming the fucking pants. Which is good because then I can catch up on writing and reading and languages and figure out what the fuck I'm doing with Khan Academy since they've made it all but impossible on the main page for physics (and other sciences?) to keep track of what the fuck I've learned out of where. Argh. Irksome. And I need to sort through all my notes and integrate them into my notebook, but that's my own damn fault.
ETA: I did in fact go down the street and make an appointment for a birthday pedicure, I did not buy any footie socks, I have no idea what my brain is on about with the paranoid reflexive snarling but I am really fucking sick of it, I'm supposed to be healthier now brain, get with the fucking program. And, um. I have discovered that my used redhead conditioner jars are a good size to hold a bunch of sugar scrub, so, um. Does anyone have any good more liquid beauty stuff I can put in the used redhead shampoo jars?