I'm reading the book my mom got me called 'Closet Control' and fantasizing about a clean, tidy closet full of well-fitting, with it clothing. I'm still in the theory part of it all.
We had a lovely Saturday. I slept until noon, then we went and had a birthday party for our one year old nephew and hung with my in-laws. Also, in the car, to assuage my passenger jitters (I seem to get more and more nervous in cars as I get older) we listened - and howled - to Ricky Gervais's podcasts, while I kept my seat fully tilted back to avoid having to see the road. So funny. And quite took my mind off how terrifyingly dangerous it is to be in a car.
Tomorrow I will be volunteering for Look at Me Now for a few hours (organizations that does makeovers and esthetic services for women in shelters to boost their self esteem), and maybe, if all goes well, working on my befrigged closet.