Hols and I went thrift shopping today. It was grey and damp, though not raining, but like 68°F!!! Seriously? So far, best fall ever! Anyway, we pretty literally shopped all day. We did get a bunch of practical stuff, like food and gas. The thrift shopping in Nashville is ridiculously good. Cheaper than any city I've ever lived in and you find so much stuff that new, but not like the stuff stores some times give when it doesn't sell on clearance, but stuff people clearly bought, never wore and then donated to charity. I got a pair of indeterminately colored (dark grey/gold/green) knee-high, leather Sam & Libby boots today for $8. Never worn. Not even scuffed on the soles. I also got a couple nice, heavier (wool and corduroy) skirts and two pairs of jeans, each $5 that fit like they were made for me. I didn't even try them on before buying them, got them home and damn, perfect. It makes me feel like I won the lottery. It's kind of ridiculous how little I spent and how much I got.
I also got new underwear (not at thrift stores, no no no) and came home and cleared all the worn old underwear from my drawer which started a chain reaction that ended with me packing away all my cute summer tops and skirts and tidying up all my drawers and shelves and packing up a bunch of stuff to give away (anything that made me feel frumpy is now gone gone gone).
I feel massively accomplished. My laundry is done. All my clothes are put away. I can find stuff!! Of course I have a ton more stuff I want to finish this evening. Which I should be doing right now, but I'm taking a moment to just sit here in my fuzzy purple socks, sweats and no make-up and enjoying doing fuck-all. We were going to go to a party, but I couldn't be convinced to get dressed up (even though I really did want to wear my new boots).
Okay, now I am going to make tea, and take pictures of all the new earrings I made. Then I'm going try and catch up on all the TV I've missed in the last couple weeks. And eat potato chips for dinner. YAY! Maybe I will even go to bed luxuriously early and get more than 6 hours sleep for the first time in what seems like forever.
Also, there is boy I never seen before, sitting on the porch, outside my kitchen window, playing guitar. Only in Nashville.