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beccaelizabethVersion one of packing for Starfury Miracle Day Torchwood convention: achieved.
Next I empty washing machine, hang up load the first, fill washing machine with all the things I discovered while looking for a good weekend of outfits, and run laundry again.
My socks are all in pairs, and sorted in the drawer, by color, length, and function. Winter socks have their own corner. Fluffy home socks are all in a pile. This is the most organised it has ever been.
I have probably 4 odd socks. Possibly 8, but two of the pairs I figured were close enough, more or less. There's like a spectrum of vaguely navy or possibly blue or black socks. I wear them rarely and no one is likely to notice them anyway.
Have packed enough clothes for a week of ordinary wearing. That means if there's lucozade disasters I'm sorted.
Haven't sorted shiny things yet. Not feeling especially shiny. Looked through drawers, considered red and purple, ended up with all black. I should get more newer interesting black stuff. For that matter I should get more pairs of trousers that actually fit, and get rid of the things I wore once in the 90s for a theme party.
I think the garment for leaving on chairs got left on a chair. I've been thinking this for some time, but I keep looking through everything everywhere in case I instead hung it up somewhere for safekeeping. I think it cost £1 on sale originally, hence being safe to leave while bagsying a seat, but it was quite a nice velvety thing.
Having decided I'm going to the event, I should decide to pack as if I'm looking forward to the parties, and will want makeup, and sparkle. I'll be wearing black clothes and white face so if I end up moping in a corner that'll be perfectly in keeping, but it might help to put some effort in.
It would be nice to be looking forward to it more, but it will undoubtedly beat sitting in this flat staring at the walls for yet another weekend, so I will, relatively speaking, have a good time.
... I have to go through Birmingham New Street again. I really really do not like Birmingham New Street. I'm sure the stupid station is bigger than my actual town.
grumble grump. :eyeroll:
right. onward.
Next I empty washing machine, hang up load the first, fill washing machine with all the things I discovered while looking for a good weekend of outfits, and run laundry again.
My socks are all in pairs, and sorted in the drawer, by color, length, and function. Winter socks have their own corner. Fluffy home socks are all in a pile. This is the most organised it has ever been.
I have probably 4 odd socks. Possibly 8, but two of the pairs I figured were close enough, more or less. There's like a spectrum of vaguely navy or possibly blue or black socks. I wear them rarely and no one is likely to notice them anyway.
Have packed enough clothes for a week of ordinary wearing. That means if there's lucozade disasters I'm sorted.
Haven't sorted shiny things yet. Not feeling especially shiny. Looked through drawers, considered red and purple, ended up with all black. I should get more newer interesting black stuff. For that matter I should get more pairs of trousers that actually fit, and get rid of the things I wore once in the 90s for a theme party.
I think the garment for leaving on chairs got left on a chair. I've been thinking this for some time, but I keep looking through everything everywhere in case I instead hung it up somewhere for safekeeping. I think it cost £1 on sale originally, hence being safe to leave while bagsying a seat, but it was quite a nice velvety thing.
Having decided I'm going to the event, I should decide to pack as if I'm looking forward to the parties, and will want makeup, and sparkle. I'll be wearing black clothes and white face so if I end up moping in a corner that'll be perfectly in keeping, but it might help to put some effort in.
It would be nice to be looking forward to it more, but it will undoubtedly beat sitting in this flat staring at the walls for yet another weekend, so I will, relatively speaking, have a good time.
... I have to go through Birmingham New Street again. I really really do not like Birmingham New Street. I'm sure the stupid station is bigger than my actual town.
grumble grump. :eyeroll:
right. onward.