I cheered myself up this morning by organizing my closet. Yes, that sounds odd, but I have a nice closet and when it's organized it's very nice indeed. So now all my shirts are organized by weight, type, length, and useage. Yay. I didn't need to organize the skirts or pants as they tend to stay organized in their cramped little section.
Anyway, as I went through all my shirts, I came across several that I thought might look nice with my new teal silk skirt my mum gave me. So, after I'd finished, I decided to play dress up.
The original shirts (bodysuits, actually) I tried did look good, but are seasonally inappropriate being long sleeved velvet. However, on a whim, I tried a black, sleeveless, cowel-necked knit tee I have (and never seem to wear), and damn! Combined with my cute black strappy heels, I suddenly remembered that I'm not so bad looking after all.
And now I have a dressy, summery outfit if we ever go out again. Whee!
Unfortunately, that happiness only lasted a few hours before I was completely drained. I wasn't pissy anymore, though, just dead tired. Tired enough I didn't dare do any work on my slipcover (the arms are done!) or art, and way too tired to even contemplate scrubbing the floor, even as it screams in wretched agony over it's level of filth. Really, it is gross. But at least it isn't sticky at this point. But then, Babe hasn't been drinking much apple juice lately. Or, not in the kitchen, anyway.
But, on the up-hand, I fuigured out that the broken appliance wasn't really broken, just overloaded and overworked. I sympathize with it.
Anyway, that's all.
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