
Yes I did.
I sorted it out.
So... as I sorted, I realized that
it boils down to the fact that I would rather spend my money on art supplies, art magazines art making equipment and stuff like that than on.....
clothes, haircuts, shoes, makeup, etc....

My day started "out of sorts" when I couldn't get into that one pair of jeans that I wore every day last winter/fall. I resorted to a pair of pants that I could get into because they were about 2 sizes too big. Do you know how that makes you feel? Well, huge. Then I put on a blouse that didn't necessarily match but I thought worked.
Then, I discovered that yesterday was the very day that my hair was too long and looked like an old lady that nobody loves. You know I visit my own bathroom for hair cuts because I don't want to spend the time or money to go out for them. Besides that I hate to make appointments. How can I possibly know today what I want to do two weeks from now.
Next was the makeup. Days ago I used up the sample of liquid makeup and had already scraped clean with a q-tip the bottle of my own flavor. So, who needs that anyway, I've still got a little blush. As for eye stuff, no matter how many time I jam that little brush into the tube of blackness, it comes out just damp. Just enough to pretend at coloring my lashes.
Oh good lord, I put my glasses on and happened to glance in the magnifying mirror and my mustache and chin hairs were out of control. Most of my tweezers are now "art equipment"; however, I have reserved one pair for this chore. I had no excuse.
Then my shoes. Nothing new about that. I've worn this same pair just about ever day for at least 6 or 10 years. But yesterday, I just did not want to wear them. Yesterday, they looked all used up.
I should have never left the house in this state. But that is just not an option. So, I chose to be "out of sorts" with myself for the day. Maybe if it hadn't all happened on the same day, I would not have been effected.
Today is better. Nothing has really changed except I have resolved a few things that I will do. Being "out of sorts" is just a frame of mind or maybe a choice.
More later,
Sharon