Bah...Minimalism.

Currently Listening
Sounds of Silence
By Simon & Garfunkel


I go through these phases, where I am very stereotypically, a girl. I will take forty-five minutes to do my hair, and pace in front the mirror, after trying my third outfit of the day on.

I hit the phase yesterday after I painted my dresser. I made a plan as I sat around in a pair of Niah's old camoflauge shorts and an oversized sweatshirt, to clean my room...I would empty my dresser, paint it, and while it was drying, I would go through my clothes finally getting rid of all that is unnecessary, and keeping only what I really like and wear regularly. I ended up only pulling the underwear that I bought and never wore, because I got them two sizes to big (mom always bought me my panties untill recently)...I discovered that I do like everything in my wardrobe, and that I could probably make an effort to wear everything on a regular basis. Besides my favorite jeans will last longer if I put them on rotation. Just like Xach and his favorite socks.

So today I changed twice, and struggled with vanity a little, but this is the way I see it. The more I am brave in the way that I dress, the less aware of myself I will become, because it will soon become a normalcy to me if I am consistant. I will not feel full of myself, or narcissistic...as long as I can refrain from taking photo's of myself daily for this blog and other such trifles. I mean if you treat a dog as if it's a part of your family, gradually it will believe that to be true, right?

My dad made a comment the other day, because I commented on an artist's sketch and how it would be an awesome print for a tee, that I often am looking at things and making them into clothes.

So there, I like clothes, I like to wear them, I like to make them, and give them to other people. There has to be some good in that, besides whatever snoodyness I have them in my mind affiliated with.