"Doing laundry - it's like going shopping."

Well, it is if you haven't done any for a couple of weeks, anyway. Had some interesting outfits going on for a few days there. There was one serendipitous wardrobe discovery, however. One item that I can't ever go without is the bra, and one day last week, there were no clean ones. I contemplated handwashing my flimsiest and holding it out the car window to dry in the wind on the drive to work, but decided to look one last time...lo and behold, I came across the one I'd bought last summer, not knowing what kind of bridesmaid dress my sister-in-law would be requiring of me. I never had a chance to wear the "convertible" bra. The straps can be reconfigured numerous ways - the bra came with more options than the Toyota purchased on about the same day. Not only that, it's padded (am still wondering why bras in my size even come with padding at all...) and the cups are sort of molded. I put it on under a sort of tighter shirt and a few minutes later caught sight of my reflection and suddenly appreciated the magic of this contraption - while wearing this bra, "they" can no longer simply be described as big boobs. They are, efectivamente, a "rack".

Whilst I'm on the subject of girly things...my hair! Met Sylvia before the Poniatowska talk (which I'll review later, maybe - still processing). We sit and after catching up on what's going on for her, she looks at me, or more specifically, my hair (absolutely flat from being washed this afternoon with the "body wash" in the ARC shower and dried with the hand drier). There's an icky pause and then she asks, "Who's doing your hair now?" I say, hopefully quietly, as the row in front of me is all profes. and directly behind me is A. (who just intimidates the hell out of me), "Um...well, nobody, really. I mean, yeah it's still Mel but...I don't remember the last time I've been...haven't had time to even call for an appointment*" Sylvia's response is "Hmmph." Later, stopping by my office in Sproul to use the restroom, Angélica pauses before the bulletin board displaying the photos of all the grad students in our department and says, "I like your hair in this picture. It was más fluffy."

*Hmmm...no time to call the hairdresser or the dog groomer or do the laundry or go to the grocery store, yet this blog is thriving...