Really, who am I?

I must say that sometimes I feel like I'm the manic part of a manic depressive. I get these crazy ideas and plans and they consume me until I have completed them. Last year it was the centerpieces for my wedding. Day in and day out for weeks I was at stores, buying flowers, making arrangements, looking at picture after picture. I even went so far as to set up pair kitchen table using a white sheet as my table cloth and my black yoga pants to be the runner that would appear on our really tables. After weeks of obsessing, I ended up forgiving my responsibility to it at all and just having my florist do it. Will this be the same?

I had it share my Home Depot experience today. Oh what a site I must've been. Here I am walking around Home Depot like nobody's business. I went straight from work and perused the store in my 4" booties, skinny jeans with my hair perfectly curled and a Louis Vuitton in the nook of my elbow. There I walked aisle after aisle trying to figure out how in the world I was going to mosaic my patio table. I picked up tiles, threw out terms like I knew all the stops...and then realized that there is not a handy bone in my body to pull this off. Manic. I had portrayed the exact kind of girl that I know I would laugh at at a home improvement store, and I failed myself. Note to readers, leave the heels at home when you hit up the Home Depot, you will be judged.