We have our last baby class this morning, followed by a tour of the maternity ward of the hospital.

Short sleeved cardigan: covering my upper arms and/or bra straps in certain summer dresses.

Short sleeved cardigan: covering my upper arms and/or bra straps in certain summer dresses.

Same. And I'll be so glad when/if they start putting short sleeves back on summer dresses. Throw in pockets, washability, and a flattering cut and I'll buy one in every color.

Short sleeved cardigan: covering my upper arms and/or bra straps in certain summer dresses.

Oh, absolutely. Sleeveless is never happening. But I was looking at a cute sweater dress with pockets that I would've bought in a trice except - short sleeves. Not even elbow length. Doesn't cover the upper arms, doesn't provide warmth, makes the otherwise-perfect dress something I'd never wear.

But it's just as well, because it kept me from spending money I don't really have to spend. Must stop buying clothes. And shoes.

I decided the world can just deal with my floppy upper arms.

Pockets, now. That's the only downside of my favorite traveling dress--now owned in bright red, though they were out of the black--is that there are no pockets.

I'm still unpacking. I think I might be able to finish the living room today. Or, at least, have all the boxes out of the living room. I own way too much random crap, and I don't know where it all goes. Like, I know that books go on bookshelves, and clothes go in the closet, and dishes go in the cabinet. I don't know where a deck of cards, of a bottle of Advil, or a steam inhaler that I use once in a while, or a million other little things like that go.

I so know that feel.

I always put meds in the bathroom (or, currently, in the closet right outside the bathroom because there's no storage in the bathroom because Reasons), and I thought that was what everyone did, but Katherine, my college roommate, always put them in the kitchen because there were many bathrooms, but only one kitchen.

Less of an issue in a 1-person home. Although I am attempting to be guest-ready and intuitive (thought not to the point of labelling things)

I keep my meds in the bathroom (except ibuprofen and tylenol, which live in the kitchen for some reason), but Tim takes the rule about not storing meds in the bathroom (because of humidity) very seriously. I obviously don't care, and my meds seem to work just fine.

I also need to add a mirror in the bathroom, because the mirror on the medicine cabinet is too high for me, unless all I want to see is my forehead. For similar reasons, I can only really use the bottom shelf of the medicine cabinet.

I really wish this apartment had a linen closet. Or a front closet. Or any closet other than the one in the bedroom, really. I've got all sorts of stuff -- vacuum cleaner, extra toilet paper, extra batteries, etc. -- that just seem like they ought to go in a closet.

My place doesn't have enough storage space.