Jenny From The Blog

Clutter and Rags

Gah! The clutter is making me crazy! I won't go into the long story as to why most of my worldly goods are stashed in my bedroom at my parents house, but Jeebus, for someone who really doesn't have that much stuff I sure have a lot of sh*t laying around. I try to make sure things have places; books and CD's are on shelves, yarn is snuggled into bins, clothes are either stuffed into drawers or hanging from my clothes rack shoved in the corner. (See, back in the 50's when my grandparents had this house built, apparently closet space wasn't a priority.) But I have no space. I just spent an hour trying to clean and did not get the slightest bit ahead. I haven't even made it past the decluttering phase and into the cleaning phase. I'm still trying to find places to store this crap. Every time I go to Wal-Mart, I buy a new plastic bin. I'm not gaining any. Augh!

The other thing driving me nuts right now is my wardrobe. As I mentioned, I have clothes stuffed into every available drawer, and jammed onto the clothes rack. Strangely enough though, I have not **one freakin thing to wear.** Ok, I'm being a little drama queen-y, but my clothes are just rags. The 10 yr old (at least) sweater set I wore to work today? A button has been missing for, oh, probably about 7 years now. And theres a hole in the shoulder. The hole is new. I keep wearing it. The sweater set I wore yesterday? Slightly older than today's. Other than being a little sheer (*cough*threadbare*cough*) and gray-ish instead of black, its held up pretty well. However, I realized yesterday that the bottom edge of the sweater is starting to come apart. There's a hole big enough I could stick my finger in it. My problem isn't just with the sweaters, either. Don't forget my work pants! They've been bought within the last year, and the damn hem is coming out of two pairs of them.

So I guess I'll have to actually go shopping. Lord have mercy, I hate to shop for clothes. I'm half ready to start wearing a burka . As the Musicgeek and I discussed one day, it seems like there are two categories in women's clothing these days: Teen Whore or Mrs. Doubtfire. What the hell are normal 'non-belly-shirt-wearing-but-not-ready-to-wear-embroidered-cat-sweatshirts' chicks like us to do? I have enough sh*t to worry about right now, I don't need for my clothes to start unraveling while I wear them. Bah.

As grouchy as I sound, the last couple of weeks have been pretty spiffy. Work spring break was last week, so I didn't have to drive around the district, and school spring break is this week so I didn't have to drive there. Bliss!

I am also in a knitting funk. The sad blankie is still neglected, and when I tried to knit up a dishcloth the other night I screwed it up before I even got to the pattern. I was on the 3rd row of the garter stitch border and had to rip it out! Sad.

Such a little ray of sunshine tonight, aren't I?

posted by Jennifer @ 8:14 PM