one thing i noticed about myself these past few months is that i actually enjoy doing the laundry. well, not that heavy-duty-handwash-laundry-woman-laundry, butwashing machine laundry. sure, everything is almost automated but it still takes work, with all the sorting and hanging. there’s something to be said about watching the clothes swirl around the sudsy water. it’s close to mesmerizing.
maybe i enjoy it because, well, i like taking care of my clothes. i don’t have a lot of clothes, but what i have are good quality, so i take care of them. believe it or not, i don’t consider it beneath me (as princess-y as i may seem) to buy from ebay for second-hand clothes. in fact i’ve become a regular buyer of a seller who sells really nice tops for a rlatively low price. bidding can be a bitch sometimes, but it’s just a matter of knowing what you really like, and sniping. that sure helps. i’ve gotten a lot of nice clothes on a budget. i would not be able to amass that number of clothes for what i paid for them had i bought them straight from the store. the brands? mostly forever 21, charlotte russe(!), a.byer, bebe. her stuff is addicting. she must’ve a huge ass walk-in closet with the way she auctions off her clothes!
i guess that’s my version of retail therapy. it’s like i badly, badly need that? god, some of clothes i bought are so daring! and i had to justify it by telling myself that, hey, i’ve got a decent figure, and i sure have the boobs to get away with it. and when will i start showing my cleavage? when i’m 40???
and right now i am at a definite cross-roads of my life. it’s that choice between roots and wings. a job/career is foremost, but i am dilly-dallying on that. it’s not that i am afraid of work, or to work, but more on where it would take me (if it will take me anywhere). i guess i’ve been so ensconced in my comfort zone that it’s so hard to leave it, even if the outside world beckons of beautiful possibilities.
i watched “before sunset” again this week. lovely movie and i never tire of watching it. and i just wish i have the passion and the daring of celine. i loved “before sunrise” also, but “before sunset” makes me review my life, and what the fuck do i want to do. well, does moving to paris count?
anyways, i really have to move my ass and start making plans, and put those plans into action!
