Necessity is the mother of invention
I didn’t want to go to work today, so before I managed to make it out of the door, I hung up a week’s worth of skirts that had been accumulating in a (neat) pile because it’s a pain to deal with the skirt hangers, organized my sweaters, put away four bottles of nail polish that had been disturbing the feng shui of my dresser and sorted through the too-important-to-toss-but-not-important-enough-to-read mail.
I also went through four changes of clothes, which is not unusual, but did some creative editing, which is, i.e. rebuilt a necklace from two straight strands to four loopy chains and cut the turtleneck off of a sweater because I really wanted to wear it, but it was wool and scratched my throat. It turned out nicely.
I made it to work eventually, but it was 9:30, which meant that I had to stay late. Trade-off’s are annoying.
