This post might be PMS- or exhaustion-driven, but right now I’m hating my closet and everything inside of it. My closet and I are so fighting right now. I hate it’s face (figuratively).
I have no logical reason to hate my closet. There is nice stuff in there – some of it with the tags still on – and I have a lot of stuff in there too, which I can’t help because I’m a girl. But it seems that as each season changes, I feel like I have nothing to wear. This is all psychosomatic though because I have oodles of things to wear, I just don’t want to wear them.
I want to go shopping for new, fun, springy stuff, even though the clothes I bought last year (when I was feeling the same way I am now) are just fine. And yes, I will wear them, but with the constant weather changes right now in Chicago, I don’t know what to wear on a daily basis because it’s 40 degrees in the morning and then a cool 60 degrees by the time I leave the gym. And the worst part is, I haven’t even seen cute things that I would want to add to my closet this year!
For example, as a curvy girl with a full chest, the flouncy, baby-doll tops that are everywhere
right now don’t work for me. I look 4 months pregnant and my chest looks bigger than normal. Not flattering, primarily because I’m not pregnant and I don’t want people asking me if I got implants. And I’m still disappointed that my summertime wardrobe essential
from Old Navy sucks in quality this year.
So this weekend, in addition to seeing Sex And The City (YAY!!!), I will venture out and see if maybe a new top or two will suffice this need to have new things. And now that I’m back to hitting the gym 3-4 times a week, the beached whale feeling from overeating at the wedding this weekend will help mentally too. Oh to have a rock to lay on in the sun right now…