laundry: thinking about my coats

monday january 22, 2007

laundry: thinking about my coats.

The first real snow as far as I'm concerned! I'm at the laundromat, sitting near the door, stealing wireless, freezing, but can't bear to wear my coat. I hate my winter coat(s) this year, although I'm not sure that I ever enjoy wearing a winter coat. They always seem so bulky. I've been ranting and raving (or just ranting?) lately about this. Oh, Lulu , I didn't say *hate.* I'm just a bit displeased right now. Why aren't you smaller? Was I that much larger when I bought you or did I just not care? I am always so impulsive. When Queenie told me she would not change the style of Lulu (which would have made her fit me better AND be more stylish AND keep me warmer), why did I not insist? Queenie was so cute, peering over her glasses at me, but at the same time looking up from her 5 foot stance. Oh Queenie, why did you deny me? People were complimenting this coat left and right. But the truth is, she is way too big. Peter told me so, and he is so right. Colin told me he agreed that I do dress too frumpy. Oh dear. And then there is my big puffy blue coat. To quote someone who hugged me the other night - *Wow! Very Puffy!* It was a hand me down from Megan and I loved it at the time. I look like one giant ball of puff. Though, it is totally the kind of coat you want to roll around in the snow in. Did I mention it's snowing??? One of the many good things about this delayed winter we had, was all the extra time I got to wear my Kim Kelly vest! Yes, I love you Kim Kelly vest, though I'm not as big a fan of Kim Kelly herself. Sorry, Lou, I'm just not. (And no, still not Angela.)

I just noticed there is a payphone in here next to the change machine. I forgot all about payphones. This poor guy just locked himself out. Man, I'm cold. Puffy coat, will you be good to me? I'm thinking that while I am typing, the answer is no.

Oh dear, *locked out guy* just left in a huff. He is swearing. Poor *locked out guy.*

This guy just walked in and said hi as he approached the change machine. I just caught him looking over as he poured his Tide into the washer. I wonder if he thinks I'm a super-smart grad student working on a super-smart paper or maybe that I'm writing a very heartfelt email to some friend who lives overseas. No, no I'm not. I'm just blogging about my ill-fitting winter apparel, whom I've named fondly (and crazily.) Move along, Tide guy. Don't be impressed.

So, Todd mentioned Joanna Newsom the other night at the Choose to Find duo show. He named a song for her and I gasped from my seat. The strange thing is that I put her away and sort of forgot about her for a while. Josh (W not K) burned me her latest and I haven't listened to it in months. I was addicted to her first disc over the summer. Addicted. I will never be able to listen to that disc and not remember the summer of 2006, the summer I actually left my job and embarked on numeorus adventures (We will call them journeys, Carson.) Oh Joanna, I have such a short attention span sometimes. October, 2003, my 27th birthday, I was obsessed with knitting. I kept talking about knitting. I loved knitting. I received two *Stitch and Bitch* books from two different friends, and a knitting kit from another. I realized last January that I had forgotten all about knitting, and decided to pick it up on Superbowl Sunday (By the way, sorry Pats fans). And not one more stitch, one year later. December, 2004, Carrie got me Barack Obama's book "Dreams From My Father", and I only made it through about a third. I was obsessed with him, yet somehow the book made it into the "I'm reading these someday but not this second" pile. I'm thinkin' now's the time to pick that one back up!

Man, I'm cold! I wish I was in the dryer with the clothes tumbling around right now. But, if I was that small, small enough to fit in the dryer, Lulu would definitely be WAY too big.