The Clothes of My People Project (tm ariadne1), Tashabear edition, was/is a rousing success. I looked cute and professional (even if "cute" is not an adjective SOME people would use to describe me), and most of all I was comfortable while doing it. I ordered a skirt and a jumper from eShakti, and those should be in some time next week, at which point I will have 5 skirts, a dress, and two pairs of pants and no, I don't get it either. I had no idea I would fall in love with wearing skirts, but there you are. I need more tops, though, so that's my next quest. I also need more hosiery, so it's off to TJMaxx/Marshalls sometime this weekend. I like tights. Tights mean both warmth (fleece-lined tights FTMFW!) and that I don't have to shave my legs if I don't wanna.
I had what I thought was a brilliant idea earlier, and put raspberry vodka in my yummy strawberry-flavored soda, but I think I was a mite heavy-handed and I think that I am now drunk, or at least drunk-adjacent (I used the word adjacent with my young students tonight and one of them asked me "who's Jason?"), so I think I'm going to go to bed, because I need to get up in the morning and drink a ton of water before class. Oh yes indeedly. Also, scrolling is making me vaguely motion-sick. On the plus side, a small part of me is wishing that I could go to work tomorrow, which is new and different and I think I'll savor the feeling while it lasts. Horizontally. While snoring.
Nighty night, y'all.