I always need to be doing something. Always, always, always. In fact, I come from a wickedly intense lineage of always-need-to-be-doing-somethingers on both sides of my family. Oh, how we long to gaze out the window calmly while daydreaming or actually sit down to watch an entire 30-minute sitcom without working on 2-3 other tasks simultaneously. It’s a disease, people. Who’s with me on this?
When I quit my job to stay home with Wito, many of my friends weren’t so sure about the arrangement. In fact, more than a few laughed in my face. And it’s not that anyone thought that child-rearing wasn’t a full-time job (because HOO BOY IT IS), but it had become pretty obvious that I thrive on consistent stimulation in the form of projects. Good God, I love projects. The minute I drum one up in my head, I dive in headfirst like a crazed lunatic, for I am Crazy Project Girl. (And that’s why I love so many of you! You are Crazy Project People too!)
That’s one of the things I love most about this blog. The projects, man! When I think of all the fun projects and freelance jobs I have worked on over the past five years, I can’t help but do a little jig.
During this past pregnancy, I started to wonder if I would be able to keep up with all of my freelance deadlines once Wita arrived, so I stepped back and took a project/freelance writing hiatus. (Well, except for the Hair Thursday redesign.) And it was great. For awhile. Especially the first three months of newborn haze. But now? With Wito in preschool and Wita the napping champ? I’m a little bored. Okay, maybe a lot bored. OMG I AM SO BORED I NEED A PROJECT RIGHT NOOOWWWWWWWWW I JUST WATCHED AN ENTIRE 90-MINUTE EPISODE OF PROJECT RUNWAY WITHOUT DOING ANYTHING ELSE WHAT IS HAPPENING TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE?
Cue Project Fall Closet Clean. I spent all of Sunday cleaning out my closet and although I donated about 90% of it, I decided that I would try to sell some of my suits, maternity clothes, jeans, shoes and accessories because NEWSFLASH, no freelance work means no money in my bank account. (Did I ever tell you about when I moved to California in 2003 without a job and became an Ebay powerseller? I couldn’t just focus on looking for a new job…nope, I JUST HAD to buy Victoria’s Secret bras in bulk and sell for a meager profit. You see? ONCE AGAIN WITH THE PROJECTS.)
((Why Victoria’s Secret bras? I have no idea, but I learned so much. Have you seen what a 40DDD fuchsia satin bra looks like? Wow.))
(((And I’d also like to take this opportunity to point out that I am an eBay seller with 100% positive feedback. Thank you, thank you very much.)))
Long story short! I’m selling some of my stuff! (Mostly J. Crew suits, maternity jeans and shoes for now…) And because I love all of you, even those of you who have absolutely NO desire to watch this go down, I’ve started another website named Whoorl’s Closet so you won’t be barraged with this particular project here at whoorl. Feel free to go there. If you want, of course! No pressure! IT’S ONLY MY CURRENT LIVELIHOOD.