My Favourite Jeans.
Taken March 4, 2016 with
Samsung Galaxy S3
The cute little girl-cat-turned-boy-cat-that-has-grown-to-unforeseen-monstrous-proportions-considering-he’s-maybe-only-9-months-old has got himself a new favourite activity.
He eats my clothes.
It started with socks and underwear.
Then he moved up to pajama pants and the straps of my camisole shirts (followed quickly by the bellies of my camisole shirts), the sleeves of my long-sleeved (ha!) jersey shirts that are part of my work uniform, and the ribbing along the bottom of both of my sweat shirts.
I don’t have a lot of clothes – on purpose. I’ve been “smallering” now for years, and my wardrobe consists mostly of two full sets of work uniforms and maybe three full sets of my “non-work uniforms”, because, especially in the winter, no one can see what I’m wearing, so I just wear the same damned thing all the time.
And now the F-ing cat (newly re-named yet again, this time to “Mothra”) has eaten a hole in one of my two pairs of jeans.
The weather had better warm up fast and soon, at this rate.
Random Song-for-the-Day: “Cake by the Ocean” – DNCE
“Trickle Down Theory”
Taken October 20, 2007 with Canon PowerShot A550
I’m actively “smallering” my possessions in a bid to eventually own just enough “stuff” to fit in a revamped school bus (yes, @robgokee, it’ll be a short bus) – then further revamped into an RV – which will then be known as My Future Home on Wheels.
No, I don’t have my bus yet. I’m confident that a short bus will just fall in my lap when I’ve successfully smallered my life.
To that end, I’ve scheduled some smallering time for this Friday and Saturday. I’m starting with the Ya Never Know wardrobe, which never actually gets worn, it’s just there cuz ya never know… I might need to wear some of it. Some day.
On a daily basis, I wear either my work uniform, or leggings under one of two black sweatshirts, both exactly the same. The sweatshirts were part of the uniform from my previous night job. The leggings are because I don’t like to wear pants. I own 10 pairs of jeans, only one pair of which I like to wear, and then, only if the occasion warrants pants.
It’s surprising how few occasions actually arise that require pants-wearing on my part. Errr… Parts.
So I’m purging most everything. This Friday and Saturday. I really, really am.
You can all help by pitching in to refurbish the short bus when the time comes.
Or send rum. Lots and lots of rum.