I've Been Boring Lately

I realized about a week ago that I have been incredibly boring lately, and in the worst possible way.

I've been wearing boring, lifeless, unexceptional, commonplace and all together unworthy outfits.

This is something of a tragedy for someone who thinks of getting dressed in the morning as an act of self expression, creativity and identity.

It's partially because I'm busy.

It's partially because I'm self conscious. (Sometimes you get tired of being noticed.)

It's partially because it is just too cold to be cute.

But it's really not hard to throw on a pair of earrings.

Chic is in the little things.

So enough boring.

It's time to be fabulous again.

Reasons I Hate This Time of Year

1. Holidays. Why are they all in the winter? Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, Valentines Day, St. Patrick's Day... it's just too much. I've expressed my rather dire feelings about holidays in general before, so it should come as no surprise that I feel clusters of them are uncalled for. Lucky, the worst is already behind us.

2. Forms. FAFSA, W-4, W-2, Taxes... federal shenanaganizing. Askeroscarooscarfug. (Congrats if you came up with some way to pronounce that.)

3. Snow. *sighs* Alright. I confess. I hate snow, but not really. It's complicated. Just when I think it's bearable and maybe even kind of pretty, it proves me wrong and gets in my boot or tries to trip me up or just generally interferes with the delicate task of living my life.

4. Darkness. I like the dark. It's fine. But the long dark mornings and nights make me want to sleep in and go to bed earlier, and me wanting to go to bed at 5 P.M. is rather annoying and counter-productive.

5. Cold. I loathe being cold. More than being hot, more than being sweaty, more than losing a toe to a shark. Okay, maybe not the last one. Being cold makes me feel like I'm about 100 years old and lacking the appropriate medication for my various conditions that are causing me this aching pain. Dire? Yes. They aren't your joints, so deal with it. (For the record, if they are your joints too, I express my sincerest sympathy and the offer to get together to have a warm beverage and discuss our unnamed condition.)

I know I complain rather a lot. I guess it's because it's the one thing I can do about the things I can do nothing about. And for some reason, complaining about things in a vaguely amusing thing somehow helps me to feel better about them. Go figure, eh?

Snow, Snow, Snow

A Bowlful of Consolation

Is there anything more comforting than a warm bowl of soup to combat the cold inside and out?