Good Friday life

Well, sheets are on line, lunch has been eaten in the form of Philadelphia'd bagel and smoked salmon, going for a walk by the river in a minute.

To do :

update eaton music website design with latest info sent me. (also need to do graphics at some point)
make belt and collar for Meg outfit.
watch more Numb3rs. Curse Taz for pimping it to me. Curse her, I say.
watch first 2 eps of SG:A. I'm intrigued and want to see what it's like, since I'm making a concerted effort to get back into SG fandom, and the Hewlett's appearance in Moebius made me go 'hmm, snarky...'
Create pile of clothing for oxfam/ebay.
Burn any tv watched to cd.
Cut and print the shirt for Saffron.

Have had it pointed out to me that most of costumes for Serenity are hookers. Bad Girls-based for wild west night, Saffron has Companion training, and then we have Shepherds and Companions night and I'm being a slavegirl for it. Also got Amidala to do, and cannot find Star Wars guns.

Life is currently trundling along. Working on websites, apparently there's a load of work looming for Dad's business, which means trickle-down for me, avoiding doing costumes, and trying to tone my butt without doing strenuous exercise. I'm doing the toning exercise, I just cannot get off my arse to go jogging. As said before, I want a swimming pool on my doorstep. Trying to compensate by going on hour-long meandering walks in a feeble attempt to burn calories lazily.

Wardrobe clearance

Finished clearing out wardrobe (though there are still probably things I'll never wear in there), wardrobe shelves and chest of drawers. Especially ruthless this time. Three large bags to oxfam, a few things to ebay, found a few things I thought I'd lost, three empty shelves and one empty draw.

Thing is, when doing this, you find that you remember exactly where you bought it, and vaguely when, but sometimes you go 'Why the hell did I buy this? Why did I buy it? Why, god, WHY? Did my fashion senses just desert me or something?' Some of it I know for a fact has never been worn.

Two hours of my life spent clearing out wardrobe. At least I've actually created some space. Which will no doubt get filled up quickly - I need somewhere to put the bags of fabric I accumulate, at the very least - but still, result.

And now? Pizza, I think.