This post is a departure from my usual meticulously researched and edited content (cough). I’m a rebel.
1:15pm. Have decided live blogging my day of packing is the way to go. Productivity levels increasing already.
1:16pm. Ooh. Hello clothes from bottom of my dresser. I missed you. Better try you on.
1:17pm. Can’t tell if I should keep this shirt. Better make a whole outfit to test it. Hair and makeup too.
1:21pm. Technically, it is an act of patriotism to look up the history of Memorial Day.
1:27pm. Oh wow, Marilyn Monroe shot glasses and Lolita heart shaped sunglasses!
1:29pm. Sadness pangs. Realized I left my blonde Marilyn wig in Vegas.
1:30pm. Gaga dance party of one to cheer myself up!!
1:39pm. Dizzy from head bopping to Hey Ya.
1:39:07pm. Ooh. Sean Paul is telling me to shake that thing. Ok.
1:53pm. Jewelry individually wrapped in baggies, check. Feel like a fashion drug dealer.
1:59pm. Didn’t know I was running a dust bunny farm in that corner. Hai floofy bunnies!!
2:14pm. Dancing around in everything I try on. Testing functionality is key.
2:26pm. Coffee induced spurt of productivity. 18 new outfits accomplished. Wait, what was my goal??
2:55pm. Am I still listening? Oh Pandora, you don’t really want to know the answer to that.
3:04pm. Did you know that T.J. Maxx is called T.K. Maxx in London? Just found a skirt I bought there in ’02.
3:20pm. Meticulously curated piles of clothing = progress. Question mark?
3:31pm. Oh. Flo Rida was born in Florida. That shouldn’t surprise me as much it does.
3:31pm. I can’t believe technology has progressed to the point where talking to myself is publicly sanctioned. And yet, I can’t get a few damn boxes packed.
3:35pm. No, Kesha. Stick to singing dance songs.
3:38pm. I have so much black in my wardrobe. So cliche. (accent mark)
3:39pm. Yeah yeah yeah (Ur-sher in da haooouse) yeah yeah!
4:01pm. Damn you, American Apparel!! Stop making me think I’m growing when you’re the one that’s shrinking.
4:02pm. OW. Eyeball snagged on button. When fashion attacks.
4:24pm. What IS that??
4:25pm. Omggg, it just moved.
4:32pm. What UP?? Violent Femmes to the rescue. Lemme go oooon, big hands I know you’re the one!
4:36pm. Steak Break!
5:15pm. Meat. Is. Awesome. Game on!!
Sun, 5/30. It ain’t over til it’s over, baby!
3:13am. Woke up in puddle of steak sauce. Confused. Pleasant somehow.
3:49am. Two more boxes packed. Meat + nap = action!
4:12am. Left dresses on hangers. Tied them up in sheet like giant bindle. Fashion hobo!
4:78am. Brain numb. Belly growls. Best time to organize paperwork. Obvs.
5:34am. Soup break! Plus new episode of Top Chef Masters to watch, ooh!
5:47am. Rooting for you, Chef Obi Wan!!
6:17am. zzzz… wha??
7am. Ok, sleep. But only for an hour.
8:18am. Set alarm for one hour later.
11am. Hooray! Office organized. Categories include freelance materials & info, contacts (the people kind, not the eyeball kind), sewing materials, art retreat supplies, stationery and toys. Toys is the biggest category. Ooh. Hello smiley, dancey plastic thing!!
11:08am. Omg, sunshine buddy trance. Must. Break. Free.
11:34am. Eep! Coffee time!!
12:47pm. Surely it’s ok to take a brief Haute Look break? Oh. Surely. Haha, I just got that.
3:25pm. Home stretch. Am I insane or do I just play one on tv?