my floor looks like a van gogh painting right now. or maybe that's the laundry in piles, faithfully awaiting their turn in the wash. i don't like doing laundry, but i love how clothes smell when they come out of the dryer. laundry can accumulate so quickly. i've heard of people who run out of clean underwear and instead of washing they just buy another 3-pack. when i come to the end of wearing all the clothes i really like, i know it's time to break down and just do it. i wish there were laundry fairies, but they must hang out with the job fairies in my world. what if laundry was just a metaphor for your emotional life? scattered, pushed-off, trampled on? i don't think i want to go down that train of thought anymore.
i notice there's an unusual amount of black in my wardrobe. i wonder what could account for this? it's definitely not the same excuse that audrey hepburn has, that's for sure. is it because i'm so dramatic? nope. i think i'll stick with the most obvious reason.
to buy more clothes would be wonderful, but that means you have to go try them on....in front of 3-way mirrors. definitely not for the faint of heart. unless you're one of "them".
you know who you are.
I understand that feeling....
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