2.27.03 – it’s not you, it’s me

i’m such a tomboy. i actually feel physically incapable of accomplishing ordinary tasks when i’m wearing a skirt. got home late from this benefit dinner thingy, and i’m sitting here, clicking mindlessly around the web, thinking, “i should clean the litterbox, do some dishes, hang up my clothes,” and none of it appeals because i feel so physically restricted by my dress-up clothes. this is not a logical complaint; technically, my legs are freer in a skirt than in pants, but i always feel this way. it’s good that i’ve choosen a profession where i get to wear highly practical clothing (ie, machine-washable, can get dirty, can stand some wear-and-tear) all of the time. my skirt-wearing tolerance is generally about 4-5 hours – enough time to go out to dinner or an event or something, and then i’m running home to put on jeans. curiously enough, i can wear the hippy-dress-over-jeans thing and feel perfectly comfortable. so i guess the problem is the lack of jeans, rather than the addition of a skirt?

dresses and cookbooks fill the same role in my life: items that i purchase, and then never ever use. i have a whole shelf of cookbooks with the spine hardly cracked, and a closet full of dresses that got out of style before i can even dry clean them for a second wearing.