Stacks and Stacks

Also the name of a good organizational products webstore. Hrm. How contrary.

My life is surrounded. At work, I am slowly becoming surrounded by files, stacks of tiny 3x5 cuts of various fabrics (or as my Korean coworker would say "flabics"), 4" locking binders, and 1 yard pieces of other, less various fabrics. And paper to be recycled that is generally floating around my feet like nefarious toe-eating insects. Who gets paper cuts on their toes?! (A: I do).

At home, I am surrounded by boxes of things that have no place. Actually, we've discarded the boxes, so now I am only surrounded by THINGS. They taunt me with their unbelongedness - such is the hazard of being an impetuous purchaser married to another impetuous purchaser/student with books and looseleaf liability - the grievous buildup of things you have once wanted and might yet want again, but currently would rather stash in the back of a cupboard until such a time comes again. Or hang on a wall BUT WHICH WALL I DON'T KNOW I'LL JUST LEAVE IT FOR THE TIME BEING.

Note: I have placed stacks and stacks of bracelets upon my arm today in hopes of being in tune with my surroundings.

I have diminished my stacks at work quite a bit today - however, my stack reducing timetable has been greatly diminished at the new apartment due to the imminent arrival of the in-laws. Now, I have a friend arriving today, and another tomorrow, but really - they are my friends. They (I hope) do not care if there are 5 bamboo table runners in a pile waiting to be transformed into glorious decorative pieces, or weird chiropractic books open on the couch involving mulleted men in boxer shorts being poked by be-coated guys with spectacles and mustaches. However - this is the first time the mother in law will have seen any of our places, and I want her to think that I am taking care of her first-born, not forcing him into a squalor much like that of any bachelor.

The good thing is, I think, that he was messier even when he lived at home. So no matter what, the fact that the mess is even slightly controlled is better than previous track records. At least that's what I like to think.

Hint Taken

I received a comment on my last post saying "Keep up the good work". I assume this means, "I noticed you haven't posted a blog in the lifetime of a turtle. WTF"

Primary Main Disappointment Reason: Jesse and have moved! Yayyyy!!! But getting boxes of binders out of the middle of our new wood-patterned linoleum flooring has taken priority over sitting on the couch writing blogs while Jesse gets frustrated at my refusal to help. P.S. We have SO many binders.

Secondary Main Disappointment Reason: Apparently I only have hourly internet access. As in, it works during the day and on weekends, but it DOES NOT GO in the evening, which is when I most particularly want to sit down and type.

Tertiary Non-Main Disappointment Reason: The longer you go without posting a blog, the easier it is to be all "well, I haven't written anything in (couple days, week, month), what's one more day?" I fell into the self-propagating trap.

In other news... they laid off my only coworker. And like ten other people. That was exciting.

I'm going to post some sweet photos of our new place soon. As soon as I can figure out where to put all of the hordes of binders. And get a laundry basket. And do the laundry. Etc.

Excuse me While I Barf Clothing

I have had this idea in my head for like three days, and now I hope I will forget about it because it is posted for public consumption and future personal reference. I won't get all philosophical on the color juxtapositions or nothin', but I really think it's purdy. I ALSO really apologize to any male who might have been thinking that "sometimes this chick is funny. I'll check back" who is now never going to check back because all I've been posting recently is pictures of stuff I want because I'm too tossed from work to post intelligently anymore. Sigh.

White Dress:

Dramatic Turquoise Jewelry, like one of these on each wrist:

or

And equally dramatic neckwear, such as this:

Or, most belovedly, this:

I'm going to go dye my hair and think about which kind of >5 pound dog I should, like, totally buy and dress up in cute little parkas even though it's LOS ANGELES.