I just bought two pairs of Italian leather boots and a Barbie doll. I'm not sure this coping mechanism is really better than stress eating.
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Pictures? Of the boots or the Barbie; I'm not fussy.
Yeah my shopping coping has been a little out of control since I can't emotionally eat.
Pictures on my Flickr.
OK, unpacking and moving stuff around to allow unpacking today took a bit of a toll on my body, so I took a whole pain pill (usually just take half), and it's making me kind of loopy. Which means I need to tell myself that this is not the best time to try to hang curtains. Ladders and loopiness are a bad combination.
Boots! I approve of both pair.
(Let's not mention my stress shopping either.)
No loopy ladder climbing, Hil! Not without a spotter.
Short sleeve sweaters is a thing I don't understand. If I'm cold enough to wear a sweater, my arms are cold too.
I feel the same way about tank top turtlenecks. If it's hot enough to wear a tank top, then I don't want extra fabric around my neck. Well, I don't want extra fabric around my neck any time, because turtlenecks feel like I'm being strangled, but even high-necked things are not for hot weather.
I can put contact paper on the closet shelves while I'm medicated. The shelves come off, so I can do it sitting down, and I'll feel like I'm accomplishing something. I've already contact-papered most of the kitchen drawers and shelves. I just really really hate putting stuff on bare wood. It feels icky.
Love all of it, Zen! And, man, I would've loved some freckled Barbies when I was a kid.