Proof that reading horoscopes is a waste of effort:
Scorpio
You're feeling slightly disoriented as your birth month rolls in. Although your plans are coming to fruition, results are confusingly mixed, and you're being forced to make some tricky judgment calls. In fact, something that seems certain and right one day is likely to appear questionable or infeasible the next. With Mercury, the mind planet, moving backward until the 18th, your best options are to play for time and clarify every detail until you know exactly where you stand. By the 21st, you appear confident and resolved, and Jupiter's entrance into your financial angle on the 24th promises unprecedented good fortune. ---Yeah, maybe I'll get hit by a cement truck and my crushing financial and other worries will finally be over, ey?
So I read where David Tennant's Doctor is now officially sporting his new blue suit and red trainers. Good for him. I guess even Time Lord's get bored with the same old wardrobe, ey?
Gosh, I miss clothes shopping--used to go roughly once a year...usually about this time...pre-Christmas sales, ya'know, are sometimes better than the Christmas one's...the stores are changing from summer and fall wardrobes to winter and spring, and you sometimes can pick up some great bargains--especially at my favourite stores, like Peter Harris, TJ Max and Kohls. I used to sometimes get things for as much as 80 percent off..things I normally wouldn't be able afford, nomrally. But..not this year--probably not next year, either. I was lucky to be able to buy 2 pairs of jeans, a long-sleeved shirt and a tee shirt this year (the total sum of my wardrobe spending, minus stuff purchased at the chruch rummage sale and boot sales). But, not complaining. Something is better than nothing at all...but it's tough, having to constantly pull up my trousers--even with a belt on. Going down a size or two in weight is all well and fine when you can splurge on new clothes, but a real drag when you can't--nearly everything, except the above mentioned items, is a size or two, too big on me...but, I tighten my belt, tuck things in a little snugger, and make things work.
Thank goodness I've kept my "good" clothes in spare, and only wore them when absolutely needed. Mostly everything, though slightly baggy, still looks halfway decent...some items still look fairly new. It's all well and fine for God (former boss lady, see old posts from August/Sept.) to tell me to "dress nicer." But if I had...the stuff would have worn out in no time, and now where would I be? Thank goodness the office is mostly dress casual during the work week--and casual dress (jeans and tees allowed) on Fridays and weekends. It makes dressing for work loads easier, as I only own two winter dresses and two winter suits...the rest of the time I can wear trousers with sweaters and/or blouses, so that's a load off me, at any rate. The down side is they don't allow denim skirts Mon-Thurs., Which leaves me with only two skirts I can wear to the office, as three of my five skirts are denim. Oh well. Mostly too cold for skirts, anyhow, right now.
I had a lot of complements on my outfit that I wore Thursday. It's my favourite, but I was surprised. It's two years old and getting a bit worn, by now, even though I've only worn it a handful of times: my dad's funeral, three job interviews, a party, an open house at a museum and to church once. I bought the top at TJ Max--black satin button up jacket, with a delicate embroidered chinese dragon motif in irridecent threads. Found the trousers at Kohls--black satin, with a gold and orange/brown paisely design going from the outside trouser bottoms and tapering about halfway up to calf length. They match so well, everyone thinks it's a matched set, even tho' I bought them two weeks apart, from two different stores, some forty miles apart! I wore it to dad's funeral, and my old neighbours--the one's who watched me grow up looking like (no joke) a cross between Roy Rogers and John Denver, were literally shocked. They weren't used to the "new" grown up me--'course, most of them hadn't seen me in nearly 25 years, so that might have had something to do with it, as well. I used to be all quiet and shy...and I was right out there at the funeral palor, doing the meet and greet, while mum and sis sat on the sofa in the corner. Nope. The old gang from Menands weren't used to the new me--some of them were honestly quite taken aback.
It's not that I'm not shy anymore--far from it. It's that between college, and joining clubs and acting and traveling--I just...adjusted. I learned to be outgoing...like one learns to cook or drive a car or ride a horse. Doesn't mean I'm thrilled with it. I hate meet and greets...but...I just do what I did in my rather horrid little acting classes--and when the water's cold at the lake...just dive right in and get the old head wet. Sort of like what I'm doing now, in crisis (don't worry, not going into details, save that for my alternate blog now), I'm just plunging in and dealing with it. Don't want to...really, really, really, really DO NOT want to...but, what're ya' gonna' do? Wear the fancy dress and do the meet and greet with nasty ol' life.
