It has been ages since I bothered with any kind of an outfit. Work is in an uproar and I am finding myself there forty hours a week, packing in all kinds of hours before school starts, in a desperate need for coverage at the store as well as looming car loan payments which require insane amounts of dollars. Somehow, my mood for clothes and outfits is just lacking and deflated, unhappy with strange in-between weather and no time. It's terribly terrible when dull real-life related things down-trod on the carefully constructed vision of day-to-day.
Wednesday was lovely, although a bit warm for my tastes, as I had nothing in particular to do. I made my way downtown to buy a birthday card for a friend and met my mother for an impromptu splurge at one of the local farmer's markets. When I was little we used to go all the time! Vendors collect outside the State Capitol (ol, al? My mind wanders) building and we used to sit and eat hot dogs, then go and get green beans, raspberries, corn, tomatoes and flowers at the Empire State Plaza.
This time, I grabbed a apricot glazed pastry and a dry soda and plunked myself on a marble edge for lunch. If only I could be so lucky today! I am in a rut, I suppose, and need a change of weather, of scenery! Never in my life did I think I would admit to being sick of rain!