12/5/11 - Excerpt from an email:
So my mom called today while I was in Goodwill, and left a message beginning with, "I hope everything is okay!!" in a panicky voice. I had to call her back and explain that I was not in danger or hurt just because I didn't answer my phone at 7 pm on a Monday. I get so frustrated when she acts like that. I had just emailed her earlier- it wasn't like we hadn't talked for weeks and I could possibly be dead in my own kitchen with my cats eating my eyeballs because that's what happens to 30-something women who live alone. (Not possible because I don't HAVE cats! Maybe I should get some...) Anyway, it just feels so... debilitating, like she thinks I'm incapable of living my own life, and has no idea how I survive on a daily basis without accidentally killing myself in a manner deserving of a Darwin award. (No doubt I was dead in my own apartment due to starvation- I probably forgot to eat.)
On that note, I managed to spend $40 at Goodwill. I don't think I've ever spent that much there, even on Halloween. I've just been tired of every piece of clothing I own, and also realized that I had gotten rid of most of my winter clothes during my last "I hate my wardrobe phase" sometimes last spring. No sweaters at all now- zero. Goodwill to the rescue! I even found a black dress I liked that I could wear should I get invited to anything semi-formal over the holidays. (Strangely enough, it's made by The North Face, the company famous for their quality outdoor apparel. How very un-girly of me to buy a dress from a business known more for their mittens and puffy winter coats. It even has a hidden zippered pocket- for my hunting knife, I presume.) It occurred to me while watching "Bridesmaids" yesterday with Brooke that I didn't own a single dress and haven't for several years. "Dressing up" typically means digging out my one black skirt and attempting to find something to go with it that isn't a t-shirt or a tank top.
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