That Mastermind of Fashion and Empress of Good Advice, Jen on the Edge, gave me some crib notes on how to plot a stylish course. After taking inventory, I went to Old Navy and snagged a few things, including the cardigan I wore yesterday. Cardigan paired with a t-shirt and skirt for Bible study and errand running. I swapped out the skirt for jeans for Mr. T's cross-country meet. (Yes, my eyes are closed--and you can't see my feet, either, which looked cute in my Merrill flats.) The only black things I bought were some skinny ankle-length pants and a striped t-shirt. Part of my problem is too little color punch, so I committed to buying color. I'm still looking for a pair of funky shoes, but otherwise I feel better prepared for dressing casual-but-not-slovenly.
I also bought a pair of skinny jeans which is a sign that they'll fall out of fashion within a month. I still struggle with the newfangled spandex-y fabric jeans are made out of these days. That fabric feels unnatural, like talking on phones without cords or playing a video game without a joystick. But try to find a pair of jeans made out of 100% cotton--for women--and not cowboy jeans made by Wrangler or Carhartt, either. It can't be done. Well, it can be done, but only if you're shopping on ebay or vintage--and then you'll end up with a pair of acid washed Guess jeans with zippers at the ankles. Weird elasticky blue jeans it is then.
Speaking of spiffy, the shed is starting to look finished. Dumpster--gone. Porta-potty--ready to get picked up for the last time. All the heavy equipment has moved out of our yard and the ground was leveled Wednesday night. The landscaper will spade a few trees and seed the turf next week and from the outside, this project will be DONE!
Inside the shed we have finished walls and a basketball hoop! (Also, a lot of junk on the floor, including this huge pile of boxes to get recycled.)
Those are carpet tiles on the walls to absorb some of the sound and add to the general ambiance--purchased from a friend who gave us an amazing deal on the tiles and installed by a couple of the funniest retired guys you ever met. All that remains is finishing the floor, hanging the hitting/pitching net and furnishing the space. You can imagine the giddiness Team Testosterone is experiencing. They've played one pick up game of basketball out here already and can't wait to sleep out here.
The storage space is swept clean and waiting. Tomorrow morning Team Testosterone has been charged with emptying the garage. Between flag football games I'll sweep the garage and hose it down. After lunch we'll put everything away--some of it in the shed, some of it back in the garage, some of it in the pile for the thrift shop.
There are the water tanks for my greenhouse. We need some gutters and a greenhouse now.
And a propane tank. Okay, we've got a ways to go yet, but it's looking more done than it was a week ago.
Progress, reader. Things are moving forward here.