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A Tragic Day on Planet Tofty
I should have known today was going to be a bad day. I mean, forget the performance review, forget the allergies which have have left me no option but to scurry for the Benadryl as soon as I finish writing this post. These were but minor annoyances compared to the thing that started off my day, which on the surface was just a sartorial disaster but which is actually so much more than that.
I don't know if you are like me, in that you have clothes you love so much that you wish you'd bought two in every color when you had the chance. Clothes that it doesn't even matter that they weren't especially beautiful in the first place and are entirely unlovely now, eight years later, when they are threadbare and darned several times over and are about two sizes too big and shouldn't be worn in public but are worn anyway when you have to run to the grocery five minutes before closing time. I actually have several things that fit this description, but the one which met its untimely end this morning are my blue-and-burgundy plaid flannel pj bottoms. I happened to trip walking through one of my French doors, which happened to have a lever door handle, which happened to catch on the (fragile and loose) pj bottoms, and the next thing I knew they were sort of shredded all down the right side. Totally not repairable, at least not without a comprehensive course in weaving.
I have other pajama bottoms. I am a many-pajama-bottomed girl, in fact. But I don't love any of them as much as I have loved this pair. And I know this sounds shallow, or else like a breezy hyperbolic little joke, but man, I will miss those pants so much.
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Also, did you know that when a strong wind blows through a magnolia tree, it sounds like a hard pattering rainfall? I just discovered this tonight.
I don't know if you are like me, in that you have clothes you love so much that you wish you'd bought two in every color when you had the chance. Clothes that it doesn't even matter that they weren't especially beautiful in the first place and are entirely unlovely now, eight years later, when they are threadbare and darned several times over and are about two sizes too big and shouldn't be worn in public but are worn anyway when you have to run to the grocery five minutes before closing time. I actually have several things that fit this description, but the one which met its untimely end this morning are my blue-and-burgundy plaid flannel pj bottoms. I happened to trip walking through one of my French doors, which happened to have a lever door handle, which happened to catch on the (fragile and loose) pj bottoms, and the next thing I knew they were sort of shredded all down the right side. Totally not repairable, at least not without a comprehensive course in weaving.
I have other pajama bottoms. I am a many-pajama-bottomed girl, in fact. But I don't love any of them as much as I have loved this pair. And I know this sounds shallow, or else like a breezy hyperbolic little joke, but man, I will miss those pants so much.
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Also, did you know that when a strong wind blows through a magnolia tree, it sounds like a hard pattering rainfall? I just discovered this tonight.
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My condolences for your loss, and isn't that magnolia sound effect cool? It always freaks me out when I'm out walking at night and I walk under one. Thugs rustling in the underbrush? Oh, whoops, just another magnolia!
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That magnolia sound effect is so very cool! I loved listening to it last night--I just wish it were windy more often.
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My horrible wearing-out place is always between the thighs, though. And that's one that can go undetected for quite a while if you dress in semi-darkness a lot of the year. Apparently my colleagues are more polite than I expected, because they never say anything about the gaping shreds in my trousers that I sometimes discover when I am preparing them for the laundry.
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I wear my clothes out between my thighs also--the more fitted ones, that is (and hahahahaha, I've definitely experienced the shredded-trousers phenomenon before!). These never wore through, though, because they were so big on me that they never actually rubbed.
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I still owe you a phone call. -_____- Today was absurd.
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Maybe this weekend! When are you working?
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Surely your performance review wasn't bad? I can't imagine it. Come on, I bet it turned out fine.
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Oh, my God, I feel your pain! I've got half a dozen pairs of big clunky heels that I'm saving against the day when fucking stilettos go out of style again. I even wear them sometimes, because I love them so much that that I don't care that they're completely passe.
And ahaha, my performance review went fine. Not much of a raise (no one got one of those, because they're trying to bounce back from a bad spot), but they're pleased with me.
I will totally forget this when it's time for my review again next year, of course.
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I knew your review must have gone well because you didn't say anything about it in later posts. You're so engagingly modest, darling <33333.
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