The day had gone well, but all of a sudden it was 9:30pm and I still had to:
1. Buy Woolite
3. Wash my blouses
2. Finish vacuuming
3. Write a blog
4. Plan my outfit for this thing tomorrow
Then I made the mistake of trying on WORK PANTS. Black wide-leg, tight-arse trousers. GOD. It was bad. And I realized that I gave my long ones away during my pre-Seattle clothing cleanse. That left only the hemmed ones, which meant no heels. But guess what? I also gave away my flats! Curse this minimalist streak.
When I realized that I didn't have the time or energy to go to QFC and buy Woolite, I really lost it.
Waaaaah! Waaaaah! Waaaaah! Boo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo.
The more I tried to pull myself together, the sadder the situation felt. I mean, why did I give away those black flats? WHY!?
Francie and my mom witnessed the whole thing. They were patient and sympathetic and generous with their wardrobes. Finally, my mom suggested a bath.
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| From an electrical point of view, I risked my life to take this photo. This photo is creepy and corpse-like. |
I'd forgotten that Nadinski heats her bathwater to just a hair under boiling. It took me ten minutes to fully ease into the tub. Once horizontal, I decided to fully submerge—neck, ears, hair, face—until I was completely below the waterline.
It was HEAVEN.
My bowlcut fanned out around me, tugging gently at my scalp as it swayed. Water sloshed across my face, tickled my closed eyelids and warmed the tip of my nose. Without having to tell myself to, I naturally took several deep breathes.
I'm not proud of my behavior, but I'm beyond pleased with myself for writing about it honestly in this blog post.
Namaste y'all,
Margaret
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