I have been hooked on fashion blogs ever since I first saw the launch of Closet 365, which I introduced you to at the beginning of the year when I found her. I get her email updates and love love love seeing what she’s wearing. It puts ideas in my head of what I can do with my non-existent wardrobe. See yesterday’s post on me being a cheapskate.
I used to have a kick-butt wardrobe that was built around about 70 pairs of shoes, until I got a divorce and was on my own and didn’t have much to spend on myself. Old habits die hard because I still don’t buy myself anything. It doesn’t help that when I buy stuff, I get mom’s voice in my head asking me if I really need that. Happy mom? You’ve got me trained. Love you. 
Now that I read Closet 365, A Little Bird Told Me, Blue Collar Catwalk, Second Skin, and Time For Drums (All of those thanks to Closet 365′s sidebar or interesting comments above me when I comment on a post) I have been inspired. If you look at their list of supplies, a lot of them say – thrifted. Genius. I forgot about thrift stores. I mean, I go to them every once in awhile to look for home decoration stuff, but never sit and go through the racks. Usually because I have 50,000 4 kids hanging off of me. I have decided the next day off that Pato has, well, after tomorrow because Jordan has his counseling appointment and then I have parent teacher conferences, I am going treasure hunting at the thrift stores. I am actually going to jump into those musty smelling racks of clothes and see if there isn’t a gem to be found. Then, I won’t feel guilty, because I got it at a thrift store.
I don’t even know why I stopped thrifting. I used to hit them all the time when I got my divorce. As the manager of a high-end jewelry store, I had to dress up for work. I was constantly finding steals on barely used suits for $8, skirts for $1.99, shirts for that or a little more at this one shop here. Plus, Target gives their shoes (that don’t sell?) to Goodwill and I would get brand new pairs with the tags left on them for something like $2.99 or $3.99.
I told Pato my plan and he said ok. That’s what he always says. He wouldn’t care if I went over to the mall and bought a boatload of new clothes. He’d probably encourage it actually. I’d rather see what I can find this way. I’m so cheap you guys. It’s bad.
I promise. Once I get a decent wardrobe going again, I’ll go through my closet and get rid of most all most all most all of the t-shirts that are huge and bulky and make me look bigger than I am. As much as I love my yoga pants, I’ll save those for working out and bed. Pato would probably rather I didn’t save them for bed.
I’m tired of being the boring looking mom at school events and soccer games. I know it’s because they never talk to me my own insecurity but I feel like if I dress like I want to, maybe I won’t feel so self conscious when I’m out and about. The problem is I went from being a clothes addict to not buying anything. And I feel like I look blah because I know how I used to look.
Here’s a story – the kids’ birthday party. I got dressed in jeans and a shirt that I thought was ok. Pato goes and gets the ironing board out, starts ironing khakis and a dress shirt. (Yes, Pato irons, I prefer the old spray it down lightly with water and shake method. I’d use the dryer/wet washcloth trick, but when you have to pay $1.50 to turn the dryer on, it’s so not worth it.) I said, what are you doing? Your going to dress up while I’m wearing this? He said, it’s not my fault you never buy yourself anything nice to wear. I said, you can’t. You have to wear jeans too. He slammed the ironing board shut, threw it in the closet, got out jeans and a t-shirt all the while mumbling in Spanish something that sounded similar to never get to wear what I want/crazy wife/never happy with anything. We go through that every time we go somewhere.
In other news. Christiano is trying to talk. I swear when he gives us something he is saying thank you (vs. you’re welcome). It sounds like tain tu. And yesterday when I changed a rather offending diaper, I said oh boy Nano, That’s bad bad bad. He said, ya ya ba ba. LOL He’s trying, right?
Right now he’s playing with his Cat Dump Truck
he got from Uncle Josh, Aunt Shelley and family for his birthday.
It looks like this –
Favorite new toy BTW. I’ve talked about how crazy Nano is about anything with wheels. Ever since about 9 months old he has had an infatuation with anything he can push across the floor while on hands and knees going nnnnnnnnn. He was bringing it to me to push that red button on the side so it would rumble and roll across the room. Every time it hit the couch he would say, uh-oh, pick it up and bring it to me. I showed him a few times how to push the button. Now he’s doing it on his own and clapping for himself every time it rolls away.
That’s right sign, it’s important to acknowledge your accomplishments. Applaud away child!
Can you handle one more how tired am I story? (If this child doesn’t start sleeping through the night again I’m going to be a walking zombie.) I was taking a shower at 1:30 AM last night because Pato didn’t get home from work until 1. (His boss decided that last night was a good night to clean the restaurant floor with this cleaning acid stuff, they do it once a month or so on top of the mopping and sweeping nightly.) It takes forever to do and then he had to stop at Wal-Mart because I someone forgot today was Kat’s day this month to bring treats for the class, plus we were down to our last roll of TP. In a family of 6, with 5 of us, well, I’d say most of us are potty trained at this point, you need lots of TP. We go through one of those huge mega packs every couple of weeks.
So, I’m in the shower and washing my hair. I keep adding more and more shampoo. It’s not bubbling up. I add more water. Scrub. No bubbles. WTH? I look at the bottles I’m using and smack myself in the forehead while declaring myself an idiot. Pato was in the bedroom and yelled what? I just used all my conditioner up wondering why my shampoo wasn’t lathering. He burst out laughing. Mensa. Yeah, I know. After I wash my hair with shampoo, then I’m out of conditioner after using 6 handfuls on my head trying to make it lather. I had to use Katiana and Alyce’s no more tangles spray to brush my hair out. I went straight to bed, wet hair and all. Too tired to care.
Got about 5 hours of interrupted sleep, notice that doesn’t say uninterrupted, interrupted 3 times to be exact, then I was up at 7 getting the kids ready and on the bus. The littlest ones were sleeping still so I climbed in bed for another hour and a half until Christiano said it was time to get my lazy butt out of bed. I checked for life insurance rates because if I don’t get some more sleep soon I’m going to pass out and die.
Maybe I need to get my blood checked and see if I’m anemic again. I used to have a big problem with that when I was younger because of too heavy too often periods. But, and if this is TMI, sorry, I haven’t had that in, let’s see, Christiano is 12 months and 9 months to that, 21 months (let’s here a big ol’ woohoo for nursing!) So, it’s not for that reason.
I think I’m just exhausted from never getting more than an hour or so of straight sleep at night. I don’t think taking extra iron pills would hurt at all though.
On that note, Christiano is about ready to get a hernia from trying to bring me the new toilet paper for some reason, have a great day!
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