Did anyone else take about an hour getting dressed this morning? Or was it just me. I’m talking just getting dressed–not even makeup or hair or anything (because when do I really spend that much time on my makeup or hair, being the low-maintenance lazy person that I am).
Seriously I changed my top about three times. I had originally decided on my usual staple of dress + leggings + chunky heel boots + cardigan. But then I figured in the spirit of casual Friday, I should dress…well, casual. So I switched out my dress for a Peter-Pan-collar top. It just so happens that the top is a star-print silk number, which goes perfect with Independence Day. That worked pretty well because the top was long enough that it COULD be considered a dress if you’re That Person.
But then I realized I wasn’t That Person. At least, not at work anyway. So I switched out my leggings for skinny jeans. Then I couldn’t decide on which jacket to wear because I don’t like baring my arms if I can help it. Mostly because it’s cold and also because I’m self-conscious about them. First I tried on a denim jacket that I love, but that looked terrible, and the silhouette just wasn’t working. (I still keep trying to find an excuse to wear that jacket, and no go so far.)
Anyway, four cardigans later, here I am.
Mostly I just wanted to wear my new boots though. 🙂
The fact that I spend so much time deciding what to wear got me thinking about this concept of time, and how I allocate it. It’s not that I have too much time or too little of it. Like they say, I have the same 24 hours in my day as the next person. But it’s what I do with it.
The truth is I just don’t sleep as much as other people. On average, I get five to six hours a night. I know this will one day bite me in the butt, but I can’t help it. When I try to sleep more, I’ll wake up in the middle of the night or toss and turn and waste time I could have spent doing something more useful. Just to fall asleep at night, I have to wake up early, and then I also have to exercise my body to the point of exhaustion. Otherwise, I’ll spend four hours staring at my ceiling, too tired to get up, but too wired to fall asleep.
When people hear about how busy I am–I have a full-time job + one part time job (though sometimes as a petsitter, I’m kind of just paid to sleep) + freelance writing + sewing, arts & crafts and my blog–they tend to respond with disbelief. Then they’ll say something like, “You have too much time on your hands.”
Really?
Really?
Me. The girl with such a busy schedule that I literally had no time to cut my own fingernails. So I had to suck it up and bring a nail clipper with me this morning, and clip them while I was waiting for the elevator. Okay, I know that’s gross, but I was desperate, and I really hate it when my nails are even slightly long. It gets me irritable and I want to turn everything into a scratching post. Like a cat.
Then again, I did spend an hour changing clothes this morning. So maybe they have a point.
:: Outfit Details ::
Old silky top with Peter Pan Collar and white star prints on black ($10 from here)
Skinny distressed jeans ($10 from here)
Long, knee-length cardigan from Ross (too old to remember :P)
Charlotte Russe Cut-out Chunky Heel Boots ($10 from here)
Crossover-Body Bag (about $30 from H&M)
Bumbling Panda 