Does this make me "too attached to material things"?
I was invited to a clothing swap this evening. "Top quality items only!" I heard...so I really did a serious purge of my closet and dug out bunch of hard-to-let-go-of, really stellar pieces of clothing that I loved but I just don't wear any more (or never really did, due to fit or whatever)to take with me. In many cases this stuff was brand spanking new, in fact. It all added up to what was probably about five hundred bucks' worth of really quality stuff, but because I've gained weight and/or changed my tastes, I figured it was time to move on from these things and see what I could find instead at a nice swap where I might meet some new people in a pleasant social atmosphere.
Hah! I say. Hah! This thing was so packed that I ran into one woman on her way out the door before the swap started, muttering, "This thing was really fun last year, but this is a nightmare." She was right - it was so packed there was no way to get after anything desirable unless you were a true cutthroat. As I realized this, I almost went back and grabbed my stuff I had brought to at least just give it away to friends instead of this mass of clothing-crazy women I'd never met, but it was too late. The bell was about to ring, and I was watching women trying on all my great stuff waiting for their moment to go nuts.
So it rang. And I politely went after what I could, which was piles that had been picked through by women who were so packed against the stacks of stuff that you couldn't see past them. And I came home with six things I semi-liked but really hadn't tried on in front of a mirror, because it was mayhem...and of course, they mostly don't fit right and/or are just ugly. I found one skirt in the viewing period before the bell rang, which I really loved and which was in the "voluptuous"-sized room (which was for size 10 and up, which, you know, I guess sure, voluptuous is 10+ but that sizing covers a LOT of ground and made it a bit hard to "shop" it since something could be size 10 or size 22, quite different from the 6-10 medium room!)...so I had looked through everything during the "viewing period", and then the only thing I really adored was that one skirt. So, I had gone back staked a spot and hovered near it when the time to start collecting was upon us....but then when the bell was about to ring, I realized some gal had already stolen the nice skirt away and stashed it somewhere hidden so nobody would get it, in spite of the rules against hording before the bell.
Yeah. Duly noted!
Well, at least there's more space in my closet.
This is what I talk about instead of the primaries? Geez.
OK, this, then, to California Dems: WHAT THE FRESH F*CK? You of all people!
Hah! I say. Hah! This thing was so packed that I ran into one woman on her way out the door before the swap started, muttering, "This thing was really fun last year, but this is a nightmare." She was right - it was so packed there was no way to get after anything desirable unless you were a true cutthroat. As I realized this, I almost went back and grabbed my stuff I had brought to at least just give it away to friends instead of this mass of clothing-crazy women I'd never met, but it was too late. The bell was about to ring, and I was watching women trying on all my great stuff waiting for their moment to go nuts.
So it rang. And I politely went after what I could, which was piles that had been picked through by women who were so packed against the stacks of stuff that you couldn't see past them. And I came home with six things I semi-liked but really hadn't tried on in front of a mirror, because it was mayhem...and of course, they mostly don't fit right and/or are just ugly. I found one skirt in the viewing period before the bell rang, which I really loved and which was in the "voluptuous"-sized room (which was for size 10 and up, which, you know, I guess sure, voluptuous is 10+ but that sizing covers a LOT of ground and made it a bit hard to "shop" it since something could be size 10 or size 22, quite different from the 6-10 medium room!)...so I had looked through everything during the "viewing period", and then the only thing I really adored was that one skirt. So, I had gone back staked a spot and hovered near it when the time to start collecting was upon us....but then when the bell was about to ring, I realized some gal had already stolen the nice skirt away and stashed it somewhere hidden so nobody would get it, in spite of the rules against hording before the bell.
Yeah. Duly noted!
Well, at least there's more space in my closet.
This is what I talk about instead of the primaries? Geez.
OK, this, then, to California Dems: WHAT THE FRESH F*CK? You of all people!