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... of fashion

See? I'm back already.

I told you we left town so our house could have some work done. It did. And then we all discovered a malfunction in the sheet rock on the ceiling of our room when the texture and paint failed to adhere and the ceiling started cracking and falling to the carpet. Luckily, we hadn't moved anything back in yet, because we were waiting for the paint to dry. So our friend is back for the next few days, trying a new tactic to get the ceiling to "stay up" this time.

If we were smart, we would have grabbed clothes from our closet before he arrived on Monday. We did not have that foresight. So now we can't get into our closet. We can maneuver into the bathroom if absolutely necessary, but the closet is a no go. This is what our room looks like:

Our closet is behind that plastic. Trust me. There's no way to get in. I've tried it.

So I was able to get to our dirty laundry in the bathroom and we had some in the laundry room already and now we are living off of whatever was in our laundry. This is our "closet" in the guest room (because the actual closet is full of important stuff, like gift wrap and wedding dresses - or wedding dress)


I only have 2 pairs of pants, 3 tank tops, and some sweater/sweat jackets. Today is a nice day. The tank tops aren't really stand alones and it's too hot for a sweater. So I was left to my crafty (and delusional) devices. I took an undershirt of Quinn's - because he had a lot more clothes in the laundry than I did and therefore has more options - and made it into a "maternity" shirt that fit me. It still doesn't fit me that well, but it's something. It wasn't very flattering and looked a little like a tent, so I grabbed some ribbon from the work room. And I ended up with this makeshift little number:

And this is how I dress myself (and look like I dress myself) from the laundry. It's pretty much the opposite of fashion. Oh well.

And here's a cutie picture of Abram watching me try to take a picture of said fashion.

"Wow. You're going to go out in that? Well, at least I look put together..."
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