J left me a bag of clothing cast-off’s the last time she was here, and I was all over this pair of Lucky jeans that had gotten comfy through many washings.
Truth: they’re many sizes too big (three?). They fall off my butt, get rolled up at the leg (twice!), and look not-so-good. But I love them.
I love other people’s clothes. Weird but true.
If I had more stamina, I’d spend more time at thrift stores. Instead, though, I’ll keep hitting up that consignment store downtown with the racks of delicious worn-in jeans.
Frustrating week at work again. I think I’m in the stuck, wrapped up in things that I need to work around, instead. A couple of glasses of wine and yet another going-in-circles-around-and-around conversation with the person my work world revolves around and my night ended in tears.
This morning, a headache and that slight embarrassment I feel the morning after a crying thing, so I girded my loins to get through the (long) day.
And then, out of the blue, an old contact reached out. Options! And with options? Fresh determination to finish what I started.
But first I’ll make curtains.