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dchenesI'm not sure who won this round; me or Murphy. I got everything in the kitchen above floor level clean, except for the Counter That Everything Ate, and swept the floor, and went to mop it. I broke down last time I had a serious cleaning fit and bought one of those Swiffer mop things, mostly because I don't own a bucket to use a sponge mop with. Anyway, I went to mop the kitchen floor and discovered I didn't have any pads for the mop. So I put the cleaning on hold for a little while and tromped off to the grocery store to get mop pads and some more sponges. Came back, put new pad on mop, and discovered the damn thing was out of cleaning fluid. Sigh. I resorted to large yogurt container and sponge instead, got most of the floor cleaned and went off to get my hairs cut.
Halleluia, I think I finally found somebody I trust to cut my hair here. I said "I need a haircut for job interviews, and make it short enough that I stop looking like a redhead growing out a brunette dye job", and that's what I got. My hair is now shorter than it's been in fifteen years, and redder than it's ever been. I'm under orders not to get annoyed and chop my own bangs off when they start annexing my eyebrows again; we'll see if I can actually manage that. (I do have pictures, but Road Runner has blown up or something and I can't post them there. I'll see if I can put them up on Yahoo somewhere. I really should get my own web space one of these days so I can put my resume on it.)
I don't know where I got it from, but I seem to have a hangup about throwing out fabric. My red silk shirt has irreparable holes in the armpits, and has been sitting on my bedroom floor since I discovered that (months ago), and even though I don't sew beyond embroidery, I can't bring myself to throw it out because it's perfectly good silk I could conceivably use for something else. In the same pile there's a summer shirt with a shoulder seam that disintegrated three summers ago, and a pair of jeans with enormous holes in the inseams, such that I can't wear them in public. And I keep not throwing them away because I can't get over the "well, I could make something else out of them" hurdle. No, I can't make something else out of them, because I don't have the time to clean the place regularly, never mind getting into any more sewing projects. I still have half of a quilt sitting in a bag in the linen closet because I never got around to finishing that when I had access to a sewing machine in the first place.
The list of soundtracks I would buy if I could afford to is getting ridiculous.
Halleluia, I think I finally found somebody I trust to cut my hair here. I said "I need a haircut for job interviews, and make it short enough that I stop looking like a redhead growing out a brunette dye job", and that's what I got. My hair is now shorter than it's been in fifteen years, and redder than it's ever been. I'm under orders not to get annoyed and chop my own bangs off when they start annexing my eyebrows again; we'll see if I can actually manage that. (I do have pictures, but Road Runner has blown up or something and I can't post them there. I'll see if I can put them up on Yahoo somewhere. I really should get my own web space one of these days so I can put my resume on it.)
I don't know where I got it from, but I seem to have a hangup about throwing out fabric. My red silk shirt has irreparable holes in the armpits, and has been sitting on my bedroom floor since I discovered that (months ago), and even though I don't sew beyond embroidery, I can't bring myself to throw it out because it's perfectly good silk I could conceivably use for something else. In the same pile there's a summer shirt with a shoulder seam that disintegrated three summers ago, and a pair of jeans with enormous holes in the inseams, such that I can't wear them in public. And I keep not throwing them away because I can't get over the "well, I could make something else out of them" hurdle. No, I can't make something else out of them, because I don't have the time to clean the place regularly, never mind getting into any more sewing projects. I still have half of a quilt sitting in a bag in the linen closet because I never got around to finishing that when I had access to a sewing machine in the first place.
The list of soundtracks I would buy if I could afford to is getting ridiculous.
