You know those days when your thoughts
swing on mental vines from subject to subject? The days when you
find yourself standing in another room with no earthly idea why you
are there, and it's hard to focus on anything for more than a few
minutes? Monkey Mind Days. They happen a lot in the spring.
They're a sure sign I need to meditate to clean out the short term
memory banks.
Wait, what is that shiny object over there?...
The Monkey Mind was on all day
yesterday.
Nowadays, if I'm going to use a drawing
in a post, I finish the very time-consuming drawing before I actually
do any writing. The following is what the Monkey Mind was coming up
with while I was painting the booties.
"I love this outfit. I really
love, love, LOVE these flower-dy jeans. They look awful blue grey
here. They're really a dark charcoal. Don't worry about it, no one
will ever know if you don't tell them.
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Is this outfit too young for me?
Naaaah. Well, maybe. But I don't care, I'll wear it anyway 'cause I
love it. Susan Sarandon would SO wear this outfit. Wow... you sure
do worry a lot about age appropriateness, especially when you have
the gall to tell everyone else not to. You worry too much. Nobody
listens to you anyway, so why make yourself crazy? Yeah, but I don't
want to LOOK crazy.
No. This is cute, and even if it is too
young, it works.
It works ... what does that
even mean? You heard it all the way through art school in every
critique you ever sat through, and used it yourself. A lot. It's
sort of like the French je ne sais quoi. It's that
indefinable thing about something that you like. Not completely
indefinable ... might be the whole outfit brings a vague pleasant
memory, or you loved James Dean and Joan Jett and they always wore a
motorcycle jacket, or that the color peach really flatters near your
face. Or that floral print jeans just feel modern to you. Too
trivial to say, or even think very hard about, so you just say "It
works." Huh.
Actually, it's that the jacket
keeps the flower-dy jeans from looking too sweet. As do the booties.
How can anything called a bootie not be sweet? Glad I found this
coral (peach?) t-shirt in last year's stuff. The length works, and
covers the old tummy just fine.
Speaking of covering the tummy, it's
almost time to get out the put away the dark Spanx tights. I'm gonna
miss them. But that means it time to bring out the Spanx long-panty
things! Yeaaaay. I do not get those women who go on about why they
don't need them, would NEVER wear them. Yeah, well, maybe not.
Lucky them. Or maybe they should wear them, but just haven't figured
it out! Ha! They probably are too young to remember how awful real
girdles were. Nope, I love me some Spanx. Sleek and comfy. They
make it possible to wear dresses in insane heat. They wick, they
don't make you sweat more! And they're not so hard to get into.
Only one or two hits on the asthma inhaler, and you've got 'um on.
Why doesn't someone invent a wee,
tiny little panty that controls the tummy and eliminates VPL? Like a
control top thong. Maybe not.
Speaking of things not so useful,
that "Leibster Award" didn't amount to many hits. Many real hits, that
is. I did start to get a whole lot of link-spam from the always
charming "Anonymous". Gotta put the old "Prove You're
not a Robot" thing back on. Anyway, it's not the number of
hits, its the fun comments. And the answers to the questions. Maybe
we could invent a variation on the Liebster by just sending around
only a set of style questions. Call it "Style Tag for Nosy
People", and play it like real tag.
Nope ... just what we need is another
techno-annoyance in the form of chain letters. Better not.
Speaking of "better not" ...
isn't there some chocolate still hidden in the back of the pantry?"
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And that is how it went, all in the
space of a few minutes. Hope your day was a lot more organized and
focused. But I got it done, and am ready to join the Always
Perfectly Organized Patti at Visible Monday at Not Dead Yet Style . Late as always, but
there we are!
