02 June 2011
I went to the mall tonight. I never got to the mall. I especially never go to the mall without my kids, which means I never go to the mall and actually look around. Tonight I did. And, I didn't like what I saw. First of all, I saw that while I have always fancied myself a pretty fantastic fashionista, I don't have a single item in my wardrobe that could be considered new and hip. Seriously. My wardrobe 90% of the time is jeans and a t-shirt. That's it. I try to wear cute t-shirts, not over-sized, make my body look like a square, t-shirts, but still, it's just jeans and a t-shirt. My attempt at 'the summer of no pants' is failing dismally, and my self esteem after window shopping tonight is following it. So, what's a girl to do? Problem number one, we have no money to deal with my suddenly pressing fashion emergency, so really, short of ripping up the clothes I own to create new wonders, shopping will continue to be a futile experience. Problem number two, I'm afraid I just don't have it any more. I wouldn't even know where to start. Maybe I should start ripping up? Maybe I should pray for a giant bag of barely worn hand-me-downs from a rich relative to land on my head? Maybe I should just go wash my jeans so I can wear them again tomorrow?