Move In Day!

Monday, August 1, 2011

Today, I MOVED INTO MY APARTMENT. Caps Lock cannot capture how incredibly excited I am!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Neither can 15 exclamation marks. But I decided to give it a try.

When unpacking my belongings that my wonderful parents drove here for me, I noticed something. I have a lot of totally excessive possessions.

Behold, my scarf collection:
yes! my room has both a door and a light switch.

I have no less than 12 scarves. One for each day of Christmas, I suppose.  My boyfriend has been giving me a hard time because I don't have a real winter coat. Apparently those come in handy for the Madison winters. However, as clearly illustrated above, I seem to have copious amounts of winter fashion accessories.

Sadly, about 75 percent of these scarves are as thin as kleenex, so they won't stand a chance against the icy Wisconsin weather. But they're so cute!

I know you're probably wondering why I don't have a real winter coat. I've been putting this off for a while. In short, I would rather call Verizon customer service than go winter coat shopping. And I would rather be run over by a mack truck than call Verizon customer service.

When you're tall, winter coat shopping has the same result as talking to Verizon people about how you're screen doesn't work and yes I already took the battery out 15 times. Very time consuming. Very frustrating. Leave with nothing but a feeling of utter violation.

*Note to self: I'm going to have to post about some of my splendid experiences with Verizon.*

If you're a tall female you can probably relate to this. So basically, my mom and sisters can relate.  Department store winter coats NEVER have long enough sleeves. Most shirts, generally speaking, never have long enough sleeves. So I just avoid buying long-sleeved shirts. If you'll notice, my wardrobe consists of almost entirely short sleeve shirts. Sure, must are T-shirts that normal humans wear exclusively to work out in, but you get the idea.

The problem is, when it comes to winter coats, you must get long sleeves. Unless you want your wrists to get frost bite.

So that's it, that's why I don't have a winter coat. I like my wrists. So I'm thinking I'll just need to invest in about 32 pairs of gloves and I'll be set.


  1. Your boyfriend doesn't own a winter coat either. The Northface "shell" doesn't count. Boom.

  2. interesting use of the phrase boom...1) I own nothing Northface. 2) Guess my skiing jacket isn't warm enough to be designated a "winter jacket."