I know looks can be deceiving, but I'm quite usually very stoic. I haven't really considered myself the type of person that is prone to fits of rage, so when I am raging you can be quite certain that it's been a subject that is long standing.
Although the hub and I are more optimistic than pessimistic, the source of my rage has been some recent news (literally a day after we signed papers for our new apartment--great timing!) of a new policy that was brought into light that may or may not get in the way of our move. In other words, there's a possibility that we'll be staying right where we are for a while. The idea of staying longer in a place that not even family desire to come visit is unbelievably disheartening.
So instead of packing, we're waiting... and waiting... and waiting...
Meanwhile, I've been doing something about the distinct lack of storage and shelving in my life.
I found a small plank of wood while on my way to the hardware store for my dress form, and turned it into an impromptu solution to my scissor storage:
It's mountable on the wall, but since I don't want to place anymore holes in the wall (the move may still happen!) I haven't done so. You don't need a drill to do something like this, hell I didn't, just a lot of elbow grease and a bit of hardware.
What I am wearing:
- Top: Thrifted
- Skirt: Self-made
- Waist belt: Fairweather Co.
- Choker: Self-made