When it's hot outside....

[Image via Daddy Likey]Yanno, Pam, I know that I'm probably supposed to hate on you here for being a "dumb whore", or being a detriment to the image of women everywhere, or some other New-York-liberal-educated-woman idea. But I just can't, because I am right there with you.

Who among us has not thrown on some underwear, gotten the favorite t-shirt out, + then suddenly run out of inspiration? There we are, in our underwear and dripping shower-hair, and we are not you, Pam. We cannot call it a day and go on to work, because we do not have bodyguards to protect us from that creepy man who lives in the lobby of our building.

Here's to you, Pam. With your bold work, hopefully one day I, and all women, will be able to show our cute underwear to more than just the next person who uses the dryer after us, will be able to survive the hottest of August days, and will no longer be puzzled by our unsatisfactory wardrobe options.

I, and my shorts, salute you.

It's hotter than hell.

Direct sunlight, stagnant air, mind-bending humidity. And all I can say?

OH HELL YES.

Closet Cleanout

I just attempted a closet cleanout, a la the one staged about a year ago by my most-mentioned blogger, Gala Darling [I could write a whole post about how much I love her... maybe I will!].

It didn't go too well. I'm very attached to a lot of the clothing that quite frankly doesn't fit me anymore. I had my sister around to help me out, + I was able to foist some stuff off on her, but... I get really sentimental about clothing! Fortunately I was finally in a mood to throw away the things that are just nasty + decaying (other than my favorite jeans... you will have to pry those from my cold, dead hands)... but my closet is still packed.

I think the issue is that I am moving into a somewhat more formal, 'grown-up' style, which leaves a lot of the hippie-vomit stuff I wore at the end of high school [still perfectly good, still fits me] out of the loop, and I haven't the heart to get rid of it... lots of it is handmade, and some of them were super-thrilling Goodwill finds.

The other issue is that my closet is too tiny. I know everybody says that, but my room is smaller than any of the college dormitories I have lived in, + my closet was literally designed for a twelve-year-old. So once you get the two old prom dresses and my shoe collection and the knitting projects in there, it runs out of space.

And, of course, there is the obvious fact that I pack all of my possessions into suitcases and move to school every four months, + I should probably just cheer up and get used to a life in transit, because I looked great the whole time I was in London, + I only had one suitcase worth of clothing.

No but really you guys

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Originally uploaded by chlorinebeach.

I love my desk now. LOVE. Widescreen entertainment in front of me, photos hung all around, art supplies/stationery within easy reach. I think I could probably conquer the world from this corner.

I love stickers, I love finishing my Paris scrapbook in one night (!) I love talking about making plans, I love Danielle, I love boyfriends who go on vacation + bring me postcards, I love baking for people. I love the internet, I love big hats, I love white wine + being helpful around the house.

But right now I'm about to go love a long shower.

Happy August!

August is here, and so it is time for my coworkers and customers to start complaining about the summer being gone. I guess my job is more dependent upon the weather than some.

Although I've been out of school since April 25. And really, I wasn't actually in school last semester, but we won't get into that. So my summer has been nice and long. I haven't been rushing around doing nearly as many things as last summer (I think I was in NY seeing a show at least one a week last year. Fun, but tiring + expensive)- just a lot of relaxing. I'm almost done with my scrapbook, but other than that I've just been saving my money.

And I still have all of August. ALL of it. My birthday is this week, + then I got on vacation, + then I go on some more vacation. In between those I'll make some more money. Pretty sweet.