That might sound like plenty of time, but considering we will be kissing Columbus good-bye in a week and a half, we were starting to sweat. Ryan was all but convinced that we would be driving to Washington, D.C. to beg for our passports from the Bolivian Consulate.
Nos pasaportes!
Through e-mails with a consulate employee named Humberto, we were able to mail in the necessary documents that were not listed on the visa website. So thank you, Humberto for helping us to help you to help us!
Nearly all of our stuff is in boxes. We've sold one bike, our TV stand, Ryan's desk, we are working on selling the coffee table and love seat. Countless items and clothes have been donated to Goodwill and Salvation Army, yet we still feel like we have accumulated too much.
This brings me to a personal dilemma. This may come as an utter and total shock to you, so I suggest you sit down, and make sure you have swallowed your coffee before reading on... I am not a fashionista. Yes, friends. It's true.
Ok, but in all seriousness, I've long since accepted the fact that I have never been "stylish". Sure, I can buy an outfit that is in style, and every now and then I can match an accessory I have with an outfit it didn't come with. The point is, I've really reduced the amount of clothing I purchase. I've never been a shop-a-holic, but I'd say I only buy a new clothing item maybe 2 or 3 times a year.
That said, dressing in the age of Facebook is weighing heavy on me. I like to tell myself that I don't care what others think. The truth is, I am having some anxiety about what I am going to wear to a few occasions coming up.
Next Thursday, Ryan and I are attending a banquet with his graduating class, 2 days later is his hooding ceremony with dinner to follow. I considered wearing my Ohio Star Ball off-the-rack (and off the shoulder!) blue dress to the banquet. Turns out it is way too short and better suited for DWTS than DDSS (DDS Students!).
Next I considered wearing the dress I wore to my step-sisters wedding in March. (Another blue one-shouldered number, but more appropriate length). The only problem is that I wore that dress less than 2 weeks ago at my cousin Rebecka's wedding in Youngstown. Why is this a problem? I'll tell you.
The dress makes its debut in Carlsbad, CA March 10.
These days, taking photos is so easy because everyone carries a phone with a camera, and the photos inevitably end up on Facebook, often per my own posting.
The offending dress - this time instagrammed April 6.
Have I really reached the point in which I have to retire a dress after I wear it twice? How sad - what would make me feel this way? Ryan says it's "society." I have to agree. I don't want to be photographed in the same dress more than twice because...because...I can't even articulate an answer!
Posted on FB by yours truly
I am left with an honest aversion to wearing it to 2 more events this month. I haven't come up with just what I will do (and 2 visits to Burlington haven't helped). But - maybe admitting my issue to the blogosphere will help me come to terms with something that probably shouldn't be an issue in the first place.
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