sinking in

It is starting to become apparent that I own a lot of goddamn clothes. Just sorting through my dresser, I came up with one big bag of stuff that's going to the shop and one that's going to the thrift store. That still leave my double-barred closet and my giant dress rack. Not to mention all the other miscellaneous crap.

If anyone is a size 8 or so and interested in some perfectly nice jersey tops and wrap sweaters that are insufficiently vintage-looking for my wardrobe or the shop, feel free to call dibs before I take them to the thrift store.

I am considering weeding my books. It's gonna hurt, but I think I might need to do it. The pile of coffee-table books is nearly as tall as the coffee table.

whoops, i tripped and fell and bought a sofa

I should probably be kept away from Craigslist between now and moving day, for my own good.

In my defense, look how cute this is.

And if I find a set of tall bookshelves for the upstairs landing, I don't think I can be held responsible for what happens. Right?