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I owe you photos for: phone, something new and time.
And, while I do realize that this assignment is meant to be a springboard and not a demand, I'd like to keep up.
My phone -
tucked behind the lamp on my night table, which is under the eave with the chipping plaster, in my room. It's a feast for the eyes, isn't it? Pot of hand cream, body lotion (which is gardenia and too strong for winter), paper sleeve from a candle, favorite Ugly Doll, paper cup from this morning's deli tea, my ring - too large to wear to bed, basket of medicines and more lotions and creams. I long for minimalism...at my imaginary weekend house. Where I will only wear draped gray linen. Sigh.
Time. My favorite time. Sitting with K in our bed, in the morning, with our laptops and our warm drinks. A new ritual that can either be the perfect start to a busy day (though we don't languish like this on weekdays) or the easiest way to roll over and snuggle back down into the blankets.
Something new? I bought jeans. Grown-up jeans. I don't often wear jeans and, because of this, I have only ever purchased inexpensive jeans, telling myself that it didn't make sense to spend a lot on something I don't usually wear. This led to owning ill-fitting, poorly constructed jeans which I did, in fact, wear once a week or so in the office and never looked very good in.
I went out and got these
after trying on about a dozen fits and sizes. I am petite, curvy and I forget what size.
They are in a heap, on the floor, by the night table, under the eave, in my room.
And, while I do realize that this assignment is meant to be a springboard and not a demand, I'd like to keep up.
My phone -
tucked behind the lamp on my night table, which is under the eave with the chipping plaster, in my room. It's a feast for the eyes, isn't it? Pot of hand cream, body lotion (which is gardenia and too strong for winter), paper sleeve from a candle, favorite Ugly Doll, paper cup from this morning's deli tea, my ring - too large to wear to bed, basket of medicines and more lotions and creams. I long for minimalism...at my imaginary weekend house. Where I will only wear draped gray linen. Sigh.
Time. My favorite time. Sitting with K in our bed, in the morning, with our laptops and our warm drinks. A new ritual that can either be the perfect start to a busy day (though we don't languish like this on weekdays) or the easiest way to roll over and snuggle back down into the blankets.
Something new? I bought jeans. Grown-up jeans. I don't often wear jeans and, because of this, I have only ever purchased inexpensive jeans, telling myself that it didn't make sense to spend a lot on something I don't usually wear. This led to owning ill-fitting, poorly constructed jeans which I did, in fact, wear once a week or so in the office and never looked very good in.
I went out and got these
after trying on about a dozen fits and sizes. I am petite, curvy and I forget what size.
They are in a heap, on the floor, by the night table, under the eave, in my room.
Comments
In my minimalist future my bedside table will only hold a lamp and a book. But for now it looks a lot like yours. *sigh* But it's gratifying to know I'm not the only one yearning to live a more spartan lifestyle.
Major decluttering which of course involved knocking down a lot of walls, as you may recall.
I love the thought of rolling over and snuggling back under the blankets.
Good job on the good grown-up jeans.
jbhat