verbicide | a long ass day

...but a wonderful one.

Judy picked me up around 11am. This meant I got some laundry done and dealt with bills in the morning. We drove out to Auburn Supermall. It was awesome. Judy's an experienced shopper and knows me well enough to circumvent my bad habits.

Bad Habit #1: refusal to wear any color that isn't black, charcoal or navy
Bad Habit #2: insistence on wearing giant tent-like garments because it's easier to hide

She flatly refused to let me have anything too-big. She ripped a pair of charcoal grey slacks out of my hands because they were a size too big. Meh. I'm going to have to see if I can hunt down a smaller version because I loved them. We bought some work clothes and also a few casual tees from Old Navy. I love my new grownup clothes, but they're terrifying. I've lived in tees and comfy sweaters and jeans for a very, very, very long time. Time to admit that I'm over 30 and attempting to be a professional. And goddamn your bad influence,

euphrasie. I somehow ended up buying a fucking pink sweater. It makes me feel so girly that I was afraid I was going to burst out singing "I feel pretty! And witty! And briiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight!" and I had to run back into the dressing room and hide from a delighted Judy. Among the blacks and greys and blues are also red and tan and brown and white. And a hint of orange.

I also finally bought some gloves and scarves and as exhausting as the afternoon was, it was worth it.

We drove all the way north to Northgate Mall and took care of some errands at Best Buy and Target. I was finally able to exchange the headphones-with-the-missing-piece for a new set and Judy bought a wireless-something for their TiVo (*drool*). We stopped by Lenscrafters and picked up the new glasses Sarah helped me pick out. Judy really likes them, and so do I. But they're going to take some getting used to. Ultimately I bought them because there is a 30-day return policy and if I decide they really aren't me--back they go.

Next, we hustled down to Fremont. Judy went to step aerobics, and I went to finally, FINALLY get my haircut. Ultimately didn't get it cut as short as I'd planned, and I'm pretty happy with it. Between the clothes, glasses, and haircut, I feel very Sliding-Doors-y.

I walked over to SM&B to meet Judy and we went to a lovely dinner at Palermo on Capitol Hill. Jeff and Chris had given me an insanely generous gift certificate for my birthday and we indulged ourselves with pasta and pizza. It was delicious. And the waiter was very cute with a Welsh accent.

Judy drove me home. I finally cleaned out one dresser drawer of items I haven't worn in 3 years and will never wear, and unpacked my new exciting clothes.

I think... I might... actually ... have.. um... outfits.

*shrieking and running around*

My hair looked a lot worse
than this picture managed
to capture, tragically.

It's easier to hold my neck upright now because I
don't have 60 pounds of hair weighing me down.

I worry that the hair/glasses make me look older. But even if they do, I think I'm okay with it because at least I don't look like a slovenly whelp.