big day out

I got a BBM (blackberry message) from Amanda this morning just before 10am:  "You're out early!"  I'd checked in at Macy's on foursquare.  That cracked me up as I very rarely check in on foursquare and because Amanda knows me well enough to know that I'm generally not even awake at 10am on a weekend, let alone showered, dressed, and out in public.  

Mama Pants and I went Power Shopping today.  We used to do this when I was a kid--go to the mall and spend the whole day shopping.  It's hard work, man!  Mama Pants needed some new clothes, since she's makin' the rounds at all the cool clubs within her housing division.  She wanted my help picking out stuff.  She also hinted that I'd probably get some stuff too.  Uh.... "some stuff" doesn't quite cover it.  I made out like a friggin bandit!!  And we had a great time!  I got to pull all sorts of stuff for her and make her try things on that she'd never have even looked twice at before.  I was impressed with her willingness to try things on, even if she thought I was fucknuts for picking them up.  Some of the stuff made it home with her as well, thankyouverymuch!  We did Macy's, Lane Bryant, Sephora, DSW, and Costco.  And I'm quite sure she's as exhausted as I am.  (Thank you again, Mom!  I had so much fun!!)

When I got home, I set to de-tagging my new things, which is a habit of mine--new clothes go into the closet immediately.  Oddly, laundry doesn't seem to make it quite as quickly.  However, once I got the tags off, I figured I should clean out some old stuff to make room for the new stuff.  I wound up purging at least twice what I brought home, making my closet look a lot less frenetic and packed.  I organised everything again (my closet is always pretty organised so this never takes long) and sorted my laundry, the second load of which is in the washer right now.  (I love my new full sized washer.  It makes such a difference!)  Sheets are changed, dinner is about to be made, and then it's netflix time.

I forget how nice it is to leave the house and be social sometimes.  And to have people in my house.  It's a mess up in here (up in here) and I feel like it's not social-worthy so I rarely let people in my place.  (I know how not-okay that sounds.)  When Mama Pants said she needed to come in and pee, I got a little --okay, I freaked the fuck out.  The last time I remember my parents being in my house was not so good.  My father pierced my heart with a verbal dagger I shan't repeat.  And while the place is gross right now, Mama Pants handled it very well.  She even offered to come over and help me get through this heaping mess, which I think I'll take her up on once busy season is over.  She'd be very effective at telling me to THROW SHIT AWAY.  And frankly, that's what I need.  Plus, then she can get kitty love.  It's always nice to have other kitties fawn all over you, even if you have a million (cough) of your own.  

Speaking of, mine are crowing at me to pay them some damn attention.  I'ma heat up some grub and obey the felines.  

Comments

[sophie]

I completely know where you are coming from. I am a (recovering) queen of clutter. The most obvious example is when a very good friend and I were going to a funeral. We had to stop by my house so I could change, and I made her sit in the car. That wasn't close to a turning point, but it was definitely a low point. This last move to Atlanta I have somehow managed to flip the switch. Things aren't always perfect, but people could stop by unexpected without a freakout. I wish I could tell you what happened, but I don't really know what it was.
I do know that slogging through stuff and making good decisions about what to keep and what to toss is always easier with help. My sister and I "double team" our houses often, and the outcome is always better than if we go it alone. A more impartial voice is very powerful. And--you need less stuff for when you get to NYC! Good luck!

PS--not sure if I had a current email, did you get one from me this week?

[Mamma Pants]

Your dad was very concerned about whether you got some things, too. I told him you probably got about 80% of what I got. I've cleaned out the closet and hung new stuff but the tags are still on. I've morphed into just leaving them on till I wear it. Except for my $7 WalMart tee shirts. It was a wonderful, marvelous, loverly day and we didn't even fight over prom dresses! And I think sometimes you need some help in life - clothes and cleaning cover the "c" category. Love you mostest!

(I'll bet we had 200 items by the time we loaded up the dressing room in Macy's - do ya think?)