The Abby Texts: Superhero bus ride

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HomeGurl?

Abby: Take me please.

Me: I would love to but working till 6.

Abby: Is the newspaper pretending to be a pre-union sweatshop in the 1920s or something?

Me: Pretty much, yo.*

Abby: I would save you but I'm currently being held hostage by the bus driver and the crapheads who ride with me in this chariot from hell.

Me: Sounds fun!

Abby: They're literally BLASTING the radio and it's Bruno Mars and already I can feel my powers fading. Crappy pop is my kryptonite.

Abby: MY POWERS.

Abby: My superhero name is HomeGurl because I'm a homie to everybody.

*Not really. I got overtime.

Project 333 fall edition month one round-up

One month in with the fall season of Project 333 and I'm down three items. Um, except I also brought in three items, so I guess that means we're quits.

First, the rejects:

1. Black turtleneck sweater (urchased at Goodwill for like $5 last winter) 
2. Button-top long-sleeve blue t-shirt (purchased from Chicos in January. I love this thing, but it's all shrunk up in the sleeves and trunk and does not make me feel like a rock star anymore)
3. Black Dansko shoes (that button keeps falling off and I'm tired of dealing with it. I should have tried taking them back to the store immediately, but I didn't, and that's on me)

It's so cute in theory...

I wore the turtleneck and the t-shirt one last time to just see if I could actually live with them before tossing them into the donate pile, and concluded that yes, I really can. I have lots of pretty things in my closet. I don't need to hang on to anything "just in case." I mean, let's be honest, there isn't a scenario where any of these items are going to be the only ones that will do in any given situation, right?

Why is it I can never remember that right away? Like, when I'm putting this stuff back into my closet at the beginning of a new P333 rotation?

Whatever.

Now, the new:

1. Eddie Bauer sweater in "Cinder" (I forgot I was mad at Eddie Bauer for unnecessary shrinkage. Oops)
2. Maurices scarf (all my colors! It looks more blue in real life than on the link)
3. Cobb Hill slip-ons in black (yes, another button. The guy who sold them to me told me to bring them back ASAP if the button comes off, and I've saved the receipt for just that reason. Stressful, but SO COMFORTABLE. Cobb Hill is my new favorite brand)

I didn't actually plan to add anything this month... but I suppose that's what happens when you don't plan. I'm going to get a lot of mileage out of these three items, so I don't feel too bad. But this is why I need to stay the hell out of the shops -- I really, really love clothes.

Mmm, clothes!

Just in case you care what's in my closet now, here's the list:

Pants: Jeans, grey dress, black dress, beige dress (4)
Skirts: Grey, denim, beige, t-shirt (4)
Tanks: Navy, blue multi, orange multi, black/white (4)
Blouses: Grey, black/white, teal, white (4)
Long-sleeve t-shirts: Black, navy (2)
Sweaters: Teal cardigan, grey turtleneck, grey cardigan, black cardigan, navy cardigan, blue pullover, plum cardigan, new grey stripped sweater, grey sweatshirt (9!)
Jackets: Denim, beige (2)

The following I'm counting as one item...
Scarves: Blue stripped, blue/teal, new blue/black floral, red floral, orange multi
Shoes: Boots, ankle boots, new Cobb Hill, old Cobb Hill, Converse All-Stars (for all my working out! JK)
Outerwear: Coat, gloves, hat

Ha! That makes 32! Um, okay, I am cheating, but it's my game, so there. I'm remembering, by the way, that it's easier to dress with less than 33 in the warmer months than it is in the cooler ones. Layers. That's the problem. Also: My sweater addiction. Strangely, I have no regrets.

Bring on November! :)

Three things you need to know this Monday!

Just kidding. You don't need to know any of this stuff. I don't call the blog Pointless Ramble for nothing. And yet, here we all are. Awkward.

No. 1: 
The Walker Four traveled to Portland this weekend, which seemed like a great idea at the time. Eric had some big-city chores to complete, Abby was wanting some new clothing items, and Johanna and I thought we'd go along for the ride.

It started out just fine, but a couple of things became abundantly clear fairly quickly: It was crowded, it was noisy, it was hot, and it was stupid. I don't know if it's minimalism, or Project 333, or just my advanced age of 42 years, but wow, you guys, not awesome. And then this happened:

Abby loves American Eagle, and we had a coupon along the lines of "save $10 off $40." Guess how much the sweater she wanted cost? $39.95. I went to the register and was like, seriously, can I just give you a nickel?, but the girl wasn't having any of that and said we'd have to buy something else. Since there wasn't anything under $10, Abby and I decided spending an additional $10 to save $10 was idiotic. But you know what, American Eagle? I am not happy you and your scams.

Anyway, the moral of this story is that I don't think we need to go to the mall again for a while. Like, ever, if I can help it.

No. 2: 
This is the worst time of the year to be making bold declarations regarding diet (and, to be clear, I'm talking diet, not DIET), but this week I'm going back on the no-processed food train. My stomach has just not been doing all that great, and I know it's because I'm eating way too much processed food (and in effect, too much fat, too much sugar and too much salt, all of which mess with my jerky system). Since I suck at following through with anything unless I have to be accountable for my actions, I'm telling you, internet friends. Update soon.

No. 3: 
For Halloween last year, as you may or may not recall, Johanna went as the Lone Johanna for No Reason. This entailed an Iron Man mask, green cape, OSU Beavers jersey and pajama bottoms, like so:

Getting all the pieces together for this costume
was kind of nerve-wracking.

This year, Johanna has decided to go as a doughnut. All it required was me picking up a plain white t-shirt and some fabric markers. And some purple puff paint, I guess. (She already had pink from another project.) Then I set her loose and she came up with this:

"Everybody loves a good doughnut!"

Doughnut closeup. 

She says next year she might go as a lamp (gold shirt and pants, lampshade on her head), which I was all prepared to get going for this year, effort be damned, but no, the doughnut won out. Hey, whatever. I'm just thankful I didn't have to try to find a mask this year.