Tragic Closet

So after moving all of my stuff officially into my boyfriend’s apartment, and after getting rid of so many clothes, I still do not have enough room in my half of the closet. Yes I said it, MY HALF. I have to SHARE! Which I thought would be fine since his closet is literally the entire wall. It is a big closet, my half is even bigger than what I had at my apartment. For some reason though, my clothes are not fitting. The some reason as in not being because I have too many clothes, for some other reason that I don’t know. This could be because I have pretty much ALL of my laundry done, which is rare. This is the reason I never have ALL of my laundry done, because I do not have a big enough closet to hold ALL of my clothes! There wasn’t any room for me to take my dresser with me so I figured something else out instead. In the bathroom behind the door to the part that just has the sink, is the linen closet. My boyfriend has lived here for a year and has never put anything in it, probably because it is usually hidden behind the door. I took full advantage of this and made it my “dresser”. All of my clothes that can be folded like jeans, shorts, t-shirts, workout clothes, etc., are now folded inside the linen closet. Along with four baskets for undies, socks, bras, and bathing suits. I’m just being resourceful here and trying to not give my boyfriend a heart attach from all the clothes I have. What’s next, sweaters in my oven like Carrie Bradshaw?! Tragic. 

  

That Darn Christmas Tree

I was about to leave the apartment to take stuff to my car and make a Target run, when I thought about leaving a light on. I went to turn the light over the stove on which apparently doesn’t work now. So I just made a mental note to turn the light on by the door to make sure I don’t trip over any of our stuff when I walk back in. As I walked to the door in the dark with my hands full of bags and a to-go cup of coffee, while thinking about not tripping when I get back home, I hit the Christmas tree box, AGAIN as I mentioned the first time in my last post Packing is Pitiful. I tried to recover which resulted in me falling to my knees on top of the box and completely skinning my shins, and now I have two matching bumps and bruises and I have to wear a dress tomorrow… great. Just another day at Tragic Girl Headquarters. Ouch. 

Packing is Pitiful

Packing is probably one of the most pitiful acts to partake in. Aside from being absolutely awful, you have to sit there going through your own things and reassuring yourself over and over again that you are not a hoarder. You end up with a million trash bags of things you do not know why you kept. Things like, oh I don’t know, an accordion file stuffed with papers and assignments from school that you thought maybe you should keep but haven’t even opened it since you stopped going to grad school anyways, and your reason for taking all the horrible classes you did are stuffed inside that little dollar section accordion file, sitting and collecting dust as a constant reminder of being a failure at life! Not that I have experienced that, what gave you that impression? But if I did then that accordion file would be in the trash, even if it is pink! (Okay Britt, remember, calm, cool, and collected).

Anyways, as I was saying, packing sucks. The worst part for me has been the clothes. As I mentioned in my previous post, Parting with Clothes, I was having trouble getting rid of some. I explained how clothes are a part of you, so you have to get rid of old pieces when you are ready and that old part of yourself is ready to be let go of, and embrace your new self. But honestly I have a problem, one single human being should not be allowed to have this many clothes. It is a girls dream really, only to be made into your worst nightmare by a dinky sized closet. Well it is a normal sized closet, but it might as well be for a peasant for everything I need to stuff in there. It isn’t my fault! I blame working in retail for eight years. After days of organizing, multiple loads of laundry, a war between emotions for personified clothes and sane, rational thinking, and an oversized and overflowing donation box, I conquered the biggest challenge known to women, packing the closet. What relief I felt to be done.

Another thing to add to the list of why packing is the pits is how boxes and stuff is just everywhere. I practically killed myself walking into our apartment with my hands full, causing me to not be able to take my sunglasses off until I put the stuff down in the kitchen, resulting in me tripping over our Christmas tree box because I couldn’t see it.

Out of everything tragic that has gone along with my roomie and I packing, nothing can beat last night. It is our last few days in the apartment, I guess we had to have one more tragic event at Tragic Girl Headquarters to see us off. We started off living together with every intent to recycle and save the money to put towards a trip that we never planned anyways. Well we had a pretty big bag of recycling going, but never had the same day off of work to take it to turn in together. Eventually it was just in the way so we put it on the patio. As time went on it just became part of the patio so we didn’t bother with it. Being now that we have until Tuesday, yesterday we decided to clean the patio.

We started first with the few weeds that started growing around the edge. One got so tall so fast that it required both of us to pull it out. After our small weed garden was uprooted, it was time for the recycling.

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The bag was out there for so long it was broken. I was convinced some wild animal was on our porch and broke through it, but in reality the bag was brittle from the sun. We thought we could just push that bag into a new trash bag, pull the strings and be done with it, but no. Bottles and cans were falling out and rolling around. We didn’t want to touch anything because we were pretty certain that there were spiders and God knows what inside this bag. Attempting to use the broom as a shovel seemed like our only plan. As my roomie and I struggled to play hockey with recycling and get the items in a new bag untouched, our other friend was over visiting, observing from the safety behind the screen door. As I am holding the broom and my roomie is holding the bag, our observer throws out that there is a spider on the bottom of the broom. I instantly drop it and we back up. As the bottom of the broom bounces up we see it. This is probably one of the biggest spiders I have seen in person and we were both struck with fear and screamed. My roomie jumps onto the only chair on the patio, then hops the wall to get away. I get on the chair ready to follow her when our friend said she is pretty sure it is dead. Still, dead or not, I did not want to be trapped on the patio with it. With a closer look, still behind the safety of the screen, our friend starts cracking up and says that the spider is a fake one that comes with the Halloween webs! We all start dying laughing, and I was so relived. If that would have been a real spider I was moving out yesterday. We didn’t even have any of those fake spiders on Halloween, but our neighbors above us did. After we calmed down, my roomie knocked on the front door to get let back in because the door was locked. This had to have been one of the most pathetic displays of girls ever. We were too scared still to take the fake spider off the end of the broom so every time we caught a glimpse of it while sweeping we jumped and flinched, forgetting about it each time.

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After what took forever, requiring us to cut two other trash bags so that we could lay them flat and burrito the old broken bag into them and then shimmy the burrito bundle into a third bag, we threw the sucker away. Mission accomplished. If you were unaware, my roomie and I have had quite a few encounters with spiders, all tragic. Here is a flashback to our second encounter caught on tape in one of my early posts OMG More Spiders!

We only have a little more to pack and Tragic Girl Headquarters will be officially moving. Stay tuned!

PINspired #2

Another Pinterest inspired outfit! I know this is more of a fall outfit, I even pinned it in the fall, but it being cloudy and cool today I thought why not? It is cute and warm without having to wear a jacket. When I first bought these cropped pants I wore them once then almost regretted buying them. I thought with the color they are, an almost rusty-brown, it was going to be hard to wear them. So I didn’t wear them for a while, but then I started I get ideas, obviously from Pinterest, and now I wear them a lot! They are pretty practical for work because they are not jeans, but they are not slacks either, so you stay comfy while also feeling a little casual. Just another way to recycle your closet!

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 My inspired outfit!

  

Bambi in Heels 

Now that I’m over the embarrassment of it, I can share my tragicness from the wedding I went to on Saturday. I shared my outfit I wore there earlier today in my post PINsperation. Anyways, we finally made it to this wedding, but we were not told that it was down a dirt road. At the end of this dirt road was the venue. We had to park near the end of the drive, and this drive was not paved either. We got out of the car, fixed our dresses, and started walking. We knew we looked good. This walk was like an obstacle course though. There was gravel, rocks, and dirt every where. I was walking slow and making it. I had to make it, I was looking good and feeling confident. Then our friends drove by and popped their heads out the window to say hi. I looked up to say hi and lost my concentration. Just like that I stumbled, and when I tried to recover I stumbled even harder and almost twisted my ankle and went down. All of my friends were watching, it was terrible. I looked like a baby deer! I can laugh about it now, typical me, typical tragic girl. I laugh when people tell me I’m so poised and put together, when really I stumble in heels sober. 

One Year Blogaversary

I cannot believe that it has been a year since I started the blog. It amazes me how fast it has gone by and how so much has happened in just a year. Tragic Girls has really grown. There was about a month or two that I was slacking and just had plain writers block, but that is when I realized that I do not have to stick to one topic. From then I decided to expand. Why would I need to write about things that only pertain to the title of my blog? I decided that I didn’t, that this is my blog and I will write about whatever I want. This is when it got really fun and my writers block was gone. I have the freedom to write about anything I am passionate about.

The blog is just one thing that has grown over this year, the Tragic Girls, my roomie and I, have grown just as much or more. Last year we took a huge leap and literally jumped out of the nest together. We trusted that our finances were stable enough to make it on our own, and although we still struggle, we made it. We have learned so much from this experience, not just with finances and how to budget, but how to be more independent, and make our own decisions. Both of our transformations have been huge. I moved out, got a new boyfriend, got a new job, then another new job which is permanent, got a new car, and have learned so much about myself and about what I want. My roomie moved out, got two promotions, and is working toward a third. It is just amazing how jam packed this year has been.

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Even our circle of friends has grown. As I have mentioned in previous posts, two out of the five of us are now married, and one is surely to be next. Sharing these experiences with each other has no words to describe how amazing it is. Now my older sister just got engaged. Great things are just happening for everyone and I couldn’t be happier. This is such an exciting time in our lives and I have such good friends and family to share it with.

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Our next adventure coming will be different. We will be moving out from our apartment and will no longer live together, which is really bittersweet. I could not have asked for a better roomie. We will take everything we have learned though on our new adventures and chapters of our lives. Tragic Girl Headquarters is not disappearing, it will be wherever we are and whenever we are together. I am so excited for my move down to the beach at the end of June, and for all the new things to come. I look forward to another year as Tragic Girls and I hope you all do too!

XOXO- Brittany

What’s in the Water?

My girlfriends and I are in that time of our lives where everyone we know is getting engaged and married. In our group, The Fab Five, two out of the five of us are already married, but now everyone else is getting engaged, except for the three of us left. We were talking about this the other day when one of the girls, A, said her little sister, who is also engaged, told her that her friend got engaged. I responded saying one of my little sister’s friends just got engaged too, and A asked if there was something in the water? This is when it got funny. After A asked that question my roomie chimed in with, “Can I have some of that water?!” T (who we are all certain is next to get engaged, we are just trying to figure out when) said, “It’s not in the water, I drink a ton of water and I’m still not even close!” Thinking along these lines I realized that I like barely drink water in general, but I am trying to drink it more. I responded, “I never drink enough water, I am never getting married!”, and the conversation went on:

Roomie: “Well there is no hope for me.”

T: “Maybe that is why I’ve been so dehydrated lately!”

Roomie: “I must be dead then!”

T: “I’m so dehydrated that I’m the raisin that everyone leaves behind in the trail mix.”

Me: “You are not a rain T! You are a cashew that everyone wants first!”

Rereading our conversation I realize how crazy we are, but it was just so funny! We will all get to that engaged point eventually, but until then, we will be drinking tons of water!

Stay hydrated ladies!

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