“For all you know, I could be fashion… monger.”

It’s time to clean my room again. This means mostly cleaning my wardrobe. I think I have pieces in my closet that I’ve had since high school, possibly middle school. No, that can’t be right. There’s no way that anything I wore in middle school fits into my current aesthetic.

Anyway, everytime this seasonal cleaning day comes around I always realize that I have a lot of clothes, A LOT. The worst part is that I can never bear to part with any of them. I always think “Oh I can still wear this when I’m feeling ___.” I’m usually trying to recreate a look that is actually outdated but since it works with other things in my wardrobe, I think it works period. For someone who has a lot of clothes, I’m really bad at putting outfits together, unless it’s a costume.

Have you ever seen Clueless? Do you remember in the beginning of the movie when Cher is trying to get dressed? She is at her computer and there is a program that looks like a paper doll of her and every piece of clothing in her closet is catalogued in a database so she can sort of mix and match to show what she would look like wearing these pieces. I need this program. It would save me so much time in the mornings. Maybe it could even tell me if one of my pieces doesn’t go with anything and I could just sell it or give it away.

So today is the day that I go through that pile of clothing next to my bed, sort through my hamper, shuffle through my closet and take out anything I don’t wear anymore or anything that isn’t seasonally appropriate and swap it out with the winter stuff I have in boxes. Oh boy.

Whistle While You Work

I made my roommates do dishes this morning…and they’re grumpy!

I was doing the trash… well, taking it out, and one of my roommates comes into the kitchen, rinses out her cereal bowl and was about to set it on top of the pile of dirty dishes in the sink when I say, “You know, the dishes in the dishwasher are clean.” So she knows I want her to put the dishes away and put her dish into the dishwasher herself.

“Oh, they are?” She takes a peek. Yes, they are clean and dry. So she has to put them all away while I take the trash to the garbage chute.

I come back to find that the dishwasher is now empty but the pile of dirty dishes is still in the sink. For fuck’s sake, is it really a difficult task to put dishes into a washer? I do it whenever they don’t… which is EVERY TIME!!!

So then my other roommate comes out and sees the dishes…and since I made a verbal note about the dishes yesterday, and since she knows she NEVER does them…she started rinsing them and putting them into the washer. You can tell when she’s upset, she never hides it well.

Do I feel bad? HELL NO! I shouldn’t have to, and there is not reason to make me feel guilty for knowing the dishes were dirty and not doing anything about it. I just took out the trash…and I was the one who loaded up the dishwasher yesterday so that they were clean and dry by today! So everyone can be grumpy and F*** the hell OFF!

I’m not mad, I’m satisfied.