Easter is here which means my Lint project is over. I did a fairly good job walking both ways across the bridge on my way to and from work. It was interesting to note how often I didn’t have to walk across the bridge (designated by “NA”) due to appointments or meetings. And then there were a few times where I just wasn’t in the mood.
I’ll keep up the bridge walking as best I can.
Remember Lint? Maybe not. Lint is my project of general improvement I do some years during the season of Lent. Lint started one year when I decided to improve my wardrobe during the days between Ash Wednesday and Easter. One year I decided to meditate and eat mashed potatoes every day.
It’s time to pick a Lint project for 2016. And that project is: to walk across the Steel Bridge BOTH ways each workday between now and Easter.
I’ve recently started a new job and decided to sneak some exercise into my day by getting off the train at Rose Quarter and walking the rest of the way to work. It’s a nice 20 minute walk, which, in theory I walk the reverse on the way home. In theory. I often find reasons not to make the end-of-day walk.
So for the next 40 or so days, I will make sure I make both trips over the bridge.*
*There will be a slight exception this Friday because I already had plans to meet up with the boyfriend after work. But every other work day** I have plans to walk.
**Actually, the first Wednesday of this project I had book group. In order to make it on time I couldn’t walk across the bridge. So if there are reasons like that, those are okay.
I’ve moved past have aprons as part of my work wardrobe, but I adore the cut of this one.
Okay, so maybe there aren’t 42 pairs of pants on that rack, but I do have to try on a tremendous quantity to find pants that sort-of fit. These are the rejects. I found two pair to purchase.* When will clothing manufacturers find a way to clothe women in my size?
*And then one of them shrunk in the wash and didn’t fit anymore.
The new chain has been removed and is just hanging out being a chain. The old chain has been attached to the new wallet and all is right with the world.
In the quest to live life without chafing thighs, I purchased Jockey’s Slip Shorts. They are light and breathable and not at all restrictive like Spanx and other girdle-type shorts are. I loved how they fit, they were very comfortable.
Unfortunately, the “slip” turned out to be a verb and not a noun. Those shorts would not stay in place. Wearing them under my uniform dress, I had to hike them up roughly every six steps. And that’s too much adjusting of underwear in public. I tested to see just how far they would slip down by walking to the store without hiking them up. I hadn’t gone a block when they had crawled down to my knees and I resorted to holding them up at knee level to keep them from ending up around my ankles.
There was no clear sense of sizing either. In the dressing room I tried on LG, XL, XXL, XXXL in different colors and lengths and all seemed to fit exactly the same. I went with the smallest size I tried on. Maybe I should have gone smaller? Or maybe this product needs to go back to the drawing board.
O, the Oprah Magazine has this feature every month. It encourages you to purchase well-made, classic things because it pays off over time. This month they have a Burberry trench coat. I love it. It’s beautiful, and in Portland, Oregon, would be my main coat for three of four seasons. There’s only one problem. The cost.
Hey! Orthodox Lent is just beginning! Just in time for my new idea for a Lint project:
Mashed Potatoes and Meditation!
Yes, that’s right. From now until Orthodox Easter (known as Greek Easter to my family) on May 5, I will meditate every day and also eat mashed potatoes every day.
I have a sneaking suspicion that my insomnia might be tied to a lack of meditation and I want to test that theory. Plus, meditation is good for me and I’ve fallen away from it. As for the mashed potatoes, my favorite local actor, Andy Lee-Hillstrom (U of Idaho graduate!) ended his bio for the play The Velvet Sky with the following: Andy’s a sucker for a good montage, the sound of fingernails being clipped grosses him out, and he could eat mashed potatoes every day of his life.
When I related to Matt that I too could eat mashed potatoes every day of my life, he didn’t believe me. So I’m eating them every day of Orthodox Lent.