The start

Like normal, life isn’t noteworthy; thus, I’ve overload contemplating how I’ll spend Thanksgiving and Christmas. It’s kind of pathetic really. I haven’t been home for almost a year, so it’s more bittersweet than usual. I mean, I like going home during the holidays: I miss the cold, the snow, the changing of the seasons - everything about home and the winter. Yet family is stressful. So bittersweet.

It also rationalized a huge (won’t say the amount) shopping day this weekend. I love winter cloths and the amount of options one has for fashion during the winter months is endless. I mean the summer is a matter of choosing what t-shirt goes with your shorts. Mix and match solids with strips, and throw in a polo shirt for a little less casual. Maybe a button down shirts (but honestly I don’t really like short sleeve button down shirts). So winter gives a lot more opportunity for variety. The issue is price point vs. utilization. Spending more than $100 on an article of clothing being worn only a few times isn’t economical. I mean, it can be worn… just between the hours of 8pm and 7am. Assuming you won’t be going into any type of established structure at the time, because (of course) every place turns up the heat to summer proportions – even though during the summer it’s the exact opposite. Thus, it’s hard to rationalize expenditure on cloths while supporting two people, a dog, and cat is hard enough. I need to be responsible. But of course, being responsible is planning on spending two weeks at home. So I went all out this weekend.

The thing is, I hate the cold. Detest the cold. I was on the balcony in New Orleans last weekend shivering in pants and long sleeves because it was below 60. I need to check myself for lack of iron, because it’s unnatural the way I shatter when just a little cold. So honestly, no amount of winter clothing will justify my visit home. So now my credit card bill just makes me sad.