Enough is enough...

It is done. I have moved house. All my worldly possession (bar one radiator, two standard lamps, one folding table, my landline phone, a box full of cans of brand new tennis balls that my friend is going to collect and a HUGE roll of bubble wrap) are now in my new 37th floor flat. It's quite a relief to have finished that. The problem is, my new house is now a sea of stripy canvas bags. I can get in the front door, and that's about it. I have to get out my ice picks and crampons to scale the mountain of Stuff.

I've quite cunningly left my bedroom empty (apart from the bedding which is yet to be unpacked and put away), so I can sit on the bed and pretend that the hell in the living area is all in my imagination, and my whole flat is as empty and uncluttered as the bedroom. It's a nice fantasy. Because then I come out of my bedroom into the mire again, and drop straight back to Earth.

The first thing I sorted out after the movers - and my god, these men are miracle workers, it took them less than an hour to move all that stuff from one place to the other, including dissembling and reassembling a bed and a wardrobe - was my TV. There's something just reassuring about switching your TV on, even when the rest of the world seems to be in disarray. I put in Pride & Prejudice (the mid-90s spectacular, not the one with that pretender Keira Knightley). I must have watched it about 15 times, but it never gets (too) old. There's something about the costumes, the scenery, the loveliness of Colin Firth and Crispin Bonham-Carter, the sheer stupidity of Mrs Bennett and Lydia, Lizzy's common sense and cool hair, and best of all, the sharp wit and general coolness of my favourite character, Mr Bennett. Having P&P in the background, despite the piles of rubbish, made it feel like home.

It felt less like home this weekend every time I looked at what I have to accomplish in the coming days/weeks. I just don't know - and I know I've pondered this before, but really - how one person has so much stuff. Particularly clothes. I had hoped to have an SATC-style walk-in wardrobe in my spare room, but that plan was terminated when the landlord's wardrobe, which I asked the movers to transfer from the main bedroom to the spare, was revealed to be ROTTING on the back.

Anyway, the real point of this post was to talk about jeans. When is "enough" enough? My friend sent me an email about the opening of a new 7 For All Mankind branch, and she gets a discount. But I had to stop and think about how many pairs I already own. I have one pair of 7, which I love, but I refuse to spend over HK$2,000 on jeans. I have a great pair of 35" nearly-skinny Levi's, but I had to chop the bottoms off because I'd dragged them around so much, so they're currently "winter" jeans so I can tuck the hacked off ends into boots. Ditto a pair of Gap Long and Lean. My sister got me a pair of Long and Lean skinnies, but they were "7-year fade", or something - which seemed to mean holey... which was fine in the knee and near the ankle, but since I discovered an unfortunate crotch hole, I haven't worn them again. I know I should either fix them or ditch them, but that would require organisation. I have a pair from Mango that I got in the sales because I'd seen SO many people wear cool Mango jeans, but this are just OK. And a great pair of "Diesel" I picked up in Thailand which fit really nicely, but are super-comfy, if a tiny bit shorter than I'd like. My Calvins are too big now - I should just give them away, but they served me so well. I have a pair of Boyfriend cut from Uniqlo, of all places, that remind me of my "carpenter" jeans I had when I was 15 and LOVED. Loved so much, in fact, that I had a second pair. And at Chinese New Year I bought two pairs at Zara in the sales because they were so darn cheap and soooo long. Finally jeans I can wear with super-high heels and not worry about them looking funny.

But yes. There is, I think, the full list. I think I have too many pairs. And yet I wear all of them, and regularly. I wear jeans no matter what the weather. I can make them work for all but the very smartest of occasions. I shove a tank, a printed tee, a cardi, a blazer (just bought, despite all the mess and rubbish, a pinstriped blazer for $200, madness, in the sales, that will go with everything), a cami or a dress over them. I'm a jeans girl.

But is enough enough?

Speaking of, that's a really great song that I got stuck in my head the other day, so had to YouTube it - while the Donna Summer vocals are self-evident, I hadn't realised it was a duet with Barbra Streisand! So in honour of my ongoing fight with myself over owning Too Much, here it is.

And because it's all about the jeans, and it's too sunny out to be wasting time at the computer, here's a little something while I go out to play.