On Tuesday I went, as I always do, to my friend Wendy's house and during the course of our conversation we started talking about how much we miss the mid-90s fashions and how much we loathe the stuff that is in style right now.  Neither of us has much patience for low rise jeans, I have zero tolerance for poufy blouses with the weird draggy sleeves and empire waists and we both agree that a lot of the fabric patterns that are currently popular remind us of rejected 1970s upholstery. Also, the uber pointy shoes? No no no no no no no no no.

We both miss the granny dresses paired with doc martens and jeans that came up to our waists.  I miss the fun hats (even though Wendy wore the hats and I, well, I was a walking fashion tragedy every day).  We miss the leggings under shorts, the short shorts paired with white t-shirts, vests and necklaces that went down to our belly buttons.  I especially miss when flannel was fashionable.

I have half a mind to try to bring it back…not that I'd be able to find the proper jeans, but if I could singlehandedly bring 1995 fashion back, even I would put on a (granny) dress.  Particularly because white socks and dock martens were appropriate footwear no matter what covered the rest of my body.

Thoughts?

Here is a little hint for those of you who might be freelancers or looking to start freelancing yourselves.  Always give yourself a couple more days than you think you will need when your client asks for an ETA on a project.  Not only will you be able to use these extra days for editing or whatever, you will also be panic free when you get stuck in one of those "hard to focus" days that just will not allow themselves to be pushed through.  If it weren't for these extra days I give myself I would be in a mad MAD panic right now trying to finish a project.  Instead I feel calm knowing that I still have a few days left and that letting today become a "mad slack" day (mad is my new favorite adjective, can you tell?) isn't the worst thing I could have done to my schedule.

Between Will being out of town for the weekend, my house being unnaturally quiet and stupid stupid hormones, today has been one of those days when I can't seem to focus on anything for more than a few minutes.  I slept in this morning (didn't get to bed until 2 AM) and even though I woke up eight hours ago? I honestly can't tell you, beyond taking a shower and paying our rent, what I have done with my day.  I know there has been some crocheting, some eating and West Wing on the TV but…its all a little bit blurry.  And that is okay because I don't have anything due today!

Will's not being here is having an adverse effect on both Poppy and I.  Poppy keeps wandering around calling for him while I am jumping at every tiny noise I hear.  It was especially fun earlier today when the landscaping guys went all weed-whacker crazy right outside my windows and gave both my nerves and sinuses a good jangling.  That said, I know Will is having a good time and that makes me happy.

Now I'm off to make some frozen pizza.  A tip: For home baked pizza, the Red Baron thin and crispy individual pizzas are yumtastic.