Ch-ch-changes

I walked into my room last night and...all of my furniture was re-arranged again. Our cleaning lady tends to re-arrange my furniture every few months. I kind of liked where my bed had been placed the last time. But now it's back to where it was when I moved in. Like no time has passed. Like nothing has changed. It feels strange. At this point, I kind of want my space to reflect all of the changes I've lived through in the past four months. Wow. I guess that's it. I want to look different. I want my space to feel different. Because inside I feel different.

In a way, that's why I went to the multiplaza yesterday. I wanted to wear something to the rehearsal dinner next week that reflects how I've changed. The new shirt and skirt I bought are different. They have ruffles on them. The skirt is a bright salmon flowery print. I love it. The top is a black, semi sheer, and covers everything I want it to and shows the things I don't. It's a bit more sophisticated (and more Tica) than I used to dare. The only thing I'm worried about now is the dress for the wedding itself. I tried on my two fancy dresses that I brought down with me. The good news is, I've lost weight since I moved down here. The bad news is that my dresses are still the same size. Not exactly the flatteringest. Which is sad. There is really something about wearing a dress you love. It gives you that extra confidence, a glow. I call it dress karma. I really wish I could wear something I love to this wedding. Sigh.

Well, enough waxing philosophical. Back to work.