Sweater, Tank, Belt: F21, Shoes: Nine West, Pants: Brooke and Nicole, Watch: c/o Mimi's
I've been feeling strangely productive as of recent on the house cleaning front. Which is surprising, considering the out-of-character rainy weather we've been having. My typical self would curled up on the sofa with a hot beverage and a good magazine, clinging to my blanket for dear life and pretending I'm on some fabulous vacation in Seattle. Nope, I've departed from my dearest blankie to scrub, dust, and launder all mess of things. The only problem is that I can't seem to make a dent in my bedroom. I come home everyday and swear that a burgular has broken into the house and made a mess of my room searching for valuables. Then I realize that I don't have any valuables. And my room looked exactly the same way when I woke up that morning. It's a mental barrier, I'm tellin' ya. That and I'm pretty sure my clothes have tripled over the winter and no matter how I beg, push, and plead, they will not force their little selves back into drawers and closet space. Lets not even mention the dusting and vaccuuming that needs to go down in there. When you can't see the floor or the dresser top, there's little need for such things. Baagghh. I think I need a personal assistant to come and purge for me. Any takers?
Ok, I've got to go unload a dryer-full of laundry and hit the sack. Likely under a pile of said laundry.