Real-Life Soap Opera

I almost drowned some clothes last night. I didn’t know you could drown clothes either. But in the process of trying to handwash a few fancy threads in my tub, some of them almost perished.

For example, last time I checked, soap was still coming out of every pore of the genie pants, yes, the very same pants that I need to give back tonight.

I tried putting the sequined skirt in the dryer because it was so soppy, but it mostly heartily slapped water around and shimmered.

Further proof in the parental pudding that I’m not made for the real world.

Big ups to the washerpeople of yore. Handwashing is not easy, but to be fair, I didn’t have rocks on which to beat stuff mercilessly. Actually, that would have officially been the end of the gaudy garments, so one big retrospective thank gorrrsh.

Cocktail t-shirt
photo courtesy of Flickr and natalie’s new york

Exfoliate My Mom

a. nietzsche, happy birthday!

as you once said, “One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.”

b. shoes – wearing them. i actually bought some swaddling clothes for my feet this past weekend that should hardly count as footwear, but my mother was there when i bought them. and she approved the purchase. when you’re wearing them, it’s like your entire foot and calf is being hugged by a well-meaning but overclingy friend. it’s both a physical and emotional experience.

1. speaking of consumerism, my mother and i were also given a free trial run demo of the dead sea salt scrub for your skin at the mall. a man at a kiosk that was wafting odors (both the man and the kiosk; let the clause dangle!) blindsided us with his pitchline, and before we knew it, both our hands were covered in dead sea salt and oils. then he did a poor job of helping us wash it off so we both had salty hands for the rest of our mall experience. my skin is a little softer than usual, but mainly, more cynical (skinical?).

c. crises – secondary. i’ve been freaking out like 1-2 times a day. i’ve gotten it down to a manageable amount. my pillow is less moist with tears which is great because i hate waking up with wet hair.

d. weekend lesson – it’s hard to get rid of cake even when it’s birthday cake.