While I may be constantly complaining about the state of the season and it's unbearable cold if there has been anything less prepared than my psyche it's definately been my wardrobe. Over the summer I collected the most beautiful skirts, dresses, and shorts. I had shorts for work and skirts for the every day. For the first time I accumulated a summer wardrobe to be proud of. I was always so cold prepared I was a coat kind of girl. Maybe it was a lack of funds this year or an increase in frugality but I took to summer shopping like... Well, to be redundant from past entires, like summer would never end. It sincerely felt like it wouldn't, couldn't, and shouldn't. It was a sunshine and feel like I look beautiful kind of summer.
Fall crept by me like it always does. We always have indian summers here in the bay area anyways. Plus with the feeling like everyone was dying or sick, the engagement (opposite feelings, do realize), moving, dog maintaining, and work time just kept fly, fly, flying right by me. So there I am, looking cute and be-hive-ed and be-shivering.
Anyways, I digress, all of that was simply to explain that Christmas has officially solved me of this problem. I received two coats, and two pairs of pants. And I had a bit of a shopping day today.
From Adam I also received a boxed set of signed and numbered Eels records. It's it's own kind of magic.
(In case anyone is wondering I also got a really awesome Bear Portrait Book, my long awaited and much beloved entire series of Sex and the City on DVD, some measuring cups, a duck pitcher, and a lot of other really great things. Not to mention all the goodies that I never talked about for our engagement with many more to come with our upcoming BIG engagement party).
So maybe now I'll be a little more prepared, a little better adjusted for this upcoming new year. Every New Year's Eve I turn every waking moment into a metaphor to interpret my past and future. It never works. Every New years is a dissapointment and so far, each coming year has held it's own kinds if failures (and of course, it's own small successes. It's been a difficult decade so far. Hopefully this year I can be a little more relaxed and have myself a little fun. Hell, maybe this year I'll even drink so I'm not so irritable at everyone else drinking.
We're considering having a New Year's Party. I've never had a new year's party before... As we all know I'm not even much of a partier. I'm slightly excited given that it's our first new years engaged and our first in our new apartment. But then I think that everytime I have a moment to breathe I crowd it with things to do as much as possible. "The Holidays" are finally over and so all I really have to worry about is work, catching up with my sadly neglected friends, and planning the engagement party. If I commit to a party for New Year's Eve then I have a little less than a week to prepare, decorate, and invite people. Which implies a week running around being busy, trying to squish in friends, and trying to force "quality" time with Adam. And when that's over then I have only 15 days (two weeks) to make final preps for the engagement party. There are RSVP's to track down, family members to hound, DJs to find, decorations to prepare, and other such things to worry about.
Like I said earlier, time just fly, fly, flies by me.
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