In the constant battle to better myself, I have taken up the weapon of writing Christmas cards for the first time. 24 is an appropriate age to start this habit, no? It’s one of those things that our mothers try to teach us, but in the age of e-mail and instant messages we forget that people still appreciate getting things in the mail. A few friends gave me Christmas cards in England last year and they all made my day. So Christmas cards it is, especially since it’s one of the few things, in addition to knitting, I have energy for at the end of the day now that I have a job.

Oh yeah, so that’s why I haven’t been posting. I’ve been commuting into the city everyday to work in my old boss’s new shop. Got a call from my wonderful ex-manager asking me if I wanted to work for the season since she knew I was home and I figured ‘what? cash? yeah, why not’. So I haven’t been doing much cleaning since that started up. I DID finally finish my room– three large bags of clothes for sale, and a few boxes of books and nick-nacks later, and I can finally see the floor. My closet is tidy, though Thanksgiving proved to me even a tidy closet can’t fix everything. Every time I tried something on to wear to Thanksgiving dinner with the ‘rents, I had trouble fitting it over my massive rear-end. 145 pounds and I am DONE with gaining weight. No more eating crap food I say. More jogging, less sitting on my ass (though I am putting off a run while I write this). I need my clothes to fit, especially since my boyfriend and I are now planning a trip to the BVI for New Years. Bathing Suits = TROUBLE.

So I have a lovely closet with clothes I love, but cannot wear. The Chanel suit? definitely won’t fit over my rear end. Danger Will Robinson.

In an effort to continue efforts directed towards improving myself, I went and bought new running shoes yesterday.

New Shoes- ignore the fact that they're lime and turquoise- they're COMFY

Boy, do they feel good, and boy are they pretty… or at least they were until I went jogging today and thought ‘why not cut across that field there?’ Short answer? Because that field was evil mud hiding under grass. Shame on you, secret mud. My sneakers were nice and white. Now they are covered in mud. Ugg.

I have, however, made progress on the cleaning out my life front. After helping a friend go through old clothes in her closet the other night, I mercilessly went through my own. If it didn’t fit or I haven’t worn it in over 2 years, it went in the ‘to sort’ bin. ‘To Sort’, because I have to go through and figure out what I will try to sell on here and what will end up in the garage sale/charity bin.

Of course I’ve also made more work for myself by moving all my sewing/knitting paraphernalia into my room. And I’ve gone and bought things, like said running shoes, and new converse, and a hat, and my friend gave me a scarf she got me in Guatemala…. friends, I think I have a problem. I’m addicted to stuff.