Can you believe it’s already Monday? I can’t. I’m not into it at all this week. Alas, time keeps marching on, so let’s do this thing!
Googled “Time Keeps Marching On” and got these sweet clocks. You’re welcome.
First, go check out my link up RIGHT HERE. If I can get three people to show me their weekends, I’ll actually pay for the fancy inlinkz membership so we can have thumbnail pictures and everything. Now, I’m not saying that it’ll be your fault if we don’t get fancy pictures from inlinkz, but it won’t not be your fault.
Here’s what I wore Sunday, so we can get the formality out of the way:
You probably can’t tell from this picture (because I look so cool and composed) but it was seriously gross outside yesterday. Warmer than usual though.
Here’s a mirror selfie, so you can see the sweet pattern on my blouse.
Now, I’d like to discuss a major fight occurring in my household right now. (Things are getting tense around here. I’m not sure we’ll make it.) Here’s the crux of the issue: When you travel to someone’s house — that is not your parents’ house (i.e. “home”) — do you hang clothing up in the closet? I say no*, because unless someone has a dedicated guest room with a dedicated closet, any hanging that I might do would require me to get all up in the host’s business. Others around me seem to disagree with this common-sense assessment of the situation.
What say you commentariat? Do you hang clothes in other people’s closets when you travel or just live out of your suitcase?
Give early, give often, give so the disembodied voice won’t haunt your dreams.
Finally, I want to ask you all a question. It’s Annual Catholic Appeal time around these parts and it made me curious about how all of your parishes handle that. Does their protocol include the disembodied voice of the Archbishop? Ours did. I’m still digesting the experience.
What I Wore Sunday is a linkup hosted by Fine Linen and Purple.
*Obviously, if I’m there for a formal event with a big dress and a long coat, I find somewhere to hang my clothes — but I always ask before going in the closet.
Super Swell Times 
In my home, our office is the guest room and I purposely leave half the closet free for my guests to store their suitcase and hang up clothes. In turn, I leave nothing in the other half of that closet that I wouldn’t want my guest to see.
When I travel, unless they off me a spot, heck NO. Going into a person’s closet without an invitation is like snooping through their medicine cabinet. One should always ask before entering a private area like that.
Oh, I keep enough empty space in my guest closet for people to hang a few things when they’re here, but I fall in the “would never go in a closet without asking” camp. Firmly.
I live out of my suit case/the area around my suitcase where I’ve “strategically placed” (ie. tossed out of my suitcase trying to find what I need) articles of clothing. Even at a hotel I’m less likely to put things away in a drawer/closet in favor of grumbling my way through 3 days of digging around in a bag. Because I’m efficient and a GEM. 😉
I use the hotel closets for hanging stuff, but never the drawers — mostly because I’m worried that I’d leave something behind.
Adam and I call it an “Idiot Check” when we open EVERY drawer and door and check under the bed before leaving a hotel room. Yes, even if we didn’t use them. I occasionally sleep walk (like 2-3 times a year) so I am never sure if I moved an item in the night. 🙂
The Idiot Check is an important and time-honored traveling tradition.
I have never stayed in a home that wasn’t my parents’ home (thus, my old room) for more than one night. If it was not a designate guest room, I’d probably ask first.
Our diocesan appeal has a video. Part of my heart died to watch it projected on the church walls (I wish I was kidding), but I know the baby being baptized in this year’s logo, so that brought the dead part back to life. (See what I did there?)
I never use closets anywhere we stay (hotel, houses, etc.) If I’m traveling I try to pack non-fussy clothes. Weddings are the exception, but even then if I can get away with a low-maintenance dress I try to.
You and I are one and the same, I can see.