Progress?

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.