The Matron has some corners to dust.
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Yes, the Matron is in the mood to clean up! She suffers from a terrible case of Incurable Clutter Brain Suck. But Scarlett?
Does not. Views of the sonic boom, Day 3.
Yes, just 3 short days ago, Scarlett cleaned this room, top to bottom. The Matron could see the floor! The bed was free from food, crayon, and glitter! Scarlett had put away all of her clothes, shut drawers, shelved books. On the day of this sacred event, the Matron believed that the Palestinians and Israelis must just work it out.
The strange thing about this transformation, from pristine state to the current slide toward degradation? Scarlett cleaned on Thursday. She was home Friday. Saturday, she left early in the morning for an overnight, returning home mid-afternoon on Sunday only to immediately be forced to watch Stryker's Little League Tournament. (which they won! not that the matron is invested)
She returned home from the old ball park at 7 with the rest of her family. Where does she find the time, all this mess? That girl is a fast worker. The Matron is afraid to open that lovely vintage sewing box hanging (logically) with 37 other items on the door handle. She thinks she vaguely remembers it from 2005 and wonders where it's been in the interim. Food was involved.
A weekly or so cleaning seems reasonable, right girl friends? And in between -- the Matron is going to tell her frail psyche to just shut that door and repress, repress, repress.
Speaking of cleaning up! Monday is 25% off the already ridiculously cheap ValuThrift! The Matron will make a good senior citizen, she is that reliable in her shopping ways. She shows up every other Monday.
She got two Ann Taylor dresses for under $7.00. But she is so spoiled by this store that she expects at least that booty. Now, she doesn't always have brand recognition, but the Matron generally understands quality.
That's why she bought this for $3.49, without ever having heard of Twill Twenty Two:
Oh, and the reason she's never heard of this brand? She's guessing the jacket sells for well over a couple of hundred dollars. Way beyond her means!
Cleaning up! Leave that link if you're not already on board. . .