I finally got to take my Friday off, and it was wonderful. I have really, really gotten used to having "alone" time at home. I cleaned house all morning, because I had someone stopping by at lunchtime. I thought I had tons to do, but it really wasn't all that bad. I even washed the bathmats and scrubbed down a few baseboards.
I could have kept cleaning after my friend left, but I had lost the motivation. Cleaning is one of those things I have to just do without taking a break, kwim? (As an aside, I loathe the acronym 'kwim', but find myself using it anyway. Does that mean I'm a victim of wanting to fit in? Of bowing to the social pressures of the online community? Or just intellectually lazy?)
Instead, I went shopping for shoes. My cousin (technically, my first cousin once removed) is getting married next month, and I wanted shoes to go with the dress I bought a couple of weeks ago when I was shopping for a dress for a different wedding. Then I decided I really didn't want to spend money on shoes, so bought other clothes instead.
One of my purchases was a black skirt, which made me laugh because I already have four black skirts, but one of them I've had since before I got pregnant with The Boy, one of them has a side slit that I've had to sew up three times and is really too short for me these days, and the other is just looking worn. So I will throw them out and just have two left.
I wanted to buy tops to wear to work, but couldn't find anything. Everything right now is very casual, or a style that doesn't look good on me. I'm too old for all this BoHo fluffy stuff, much to the dismay of my BoHo fluffy heart, and even though it's going to be a bazillion degrees outside, our offices are rather cold, so I need something with at least a small sleeve to it.
I did get some really cool casual tops for blue jean Fridays - does that count as work clothes?
I had tons of errands I wanted to run, but didn't. It felt wonderful and decadent to spend so much time on just me. And I'm not one bit sorry - I'm not, I'm not.