So how did you spend your day inside? Me, I did some laundry, cleaned up in a half-assed way, watched Coraline, experimented with a new hair-washing technique that may serve me well in Outer Mongolia (I rinsed with vinegar, and now I smell so tangy. Will this cut down the oiliness, as advertised? Only time will tell), and then started to think seriously about The Uniform.
Deciding what to do with our stuff, getting a head start on learning Mongolian, dealing with paperwork, making a schedule of what needs to get done in the next four months: none of these activities appeals to me. But figuring out what I’m going to wear for the next two years? Yes please! Where’s my mirror and my camera?
So according to various sources, Mongolians dress to impress in the workplace, and they also wear the same three outfits again and again. This sounds like an inspired sartorial lifestyle to me. We should all have our priorities so straight.
Originally I had delusions of buying a whole new wardrobe for the Peace Corps, but then American University cashed my tuition check. Oh right! I don’t actually own that money anymore. Let’s see what I’ve got in my closet?
What I’ve got in my closet, though, is a lot of crap. Polyester crap, ill-fitting crap, thrift store crap, crap that doesn’t go with anything else crap. The items of clothing you see here are pretty much the only things I have that fit the following criteria:
Anyway, I’ve had a few beers this afternoon and I apologize for making you look at my outfits. I think this is interesting! Don’t you? Clearly the most important thing to do when joining the Peace Corps is to obsess over your clothes.