…my closet. I’ve never been great at keeping my closet – or my clothes for that matter – in order. My clothes, and my fashion sense in general, has fallen completely off the priority list. My friends will attest to this and that’s why they are my friends… they love me for who I am and let me know if my shirt’s on inside out.
Still, I’ve had visions of my friends staging a fashion intervention similar to the no-she-didn’t reality shows on TLC and InStyle Network. Hell, I wouldn’t mind being humiliated on national TV as a complete fashion slob if someone gave me $5K to go shopping with. I would even be willing to pass on the $5K if someone would just give me the TIME to go to the mall… minus my gaggle of kiddies.
A typical outfit these days is a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt that may or may not have spit-up stains on it. I pair that with cowboy boots that are, well, let’s just say well-loved. And that’s my outfit for work. Yes, work. Working for an alternative energy company means, THANK GOD, that you don’t have to be too fashion-forward. In fact, the more earthy you look, the less pretentious you are. And, that’s a good thing in this industry. But, I often wonder, how did I fall so far off the fashion wagon? I think I flew off somewhere between I’veSpentMyBestYearsPregnant Mountain and Formula River.
Now that my closet is completely out of control, I’ve finally had it. Somewhere buried in the mountains of clothes that no longer fit (but apparently I’m keeping on the floor for posterity), is me. I’m in there drowning in cotton tees. Sorry, cotton. I like your catchy commercials (“The touch, the feel, the fabric of our lives”) but I need a little silk, some cashmere, and perhaps a thread or two of wool to usher in the colder months which are rapidly approaching. So, I’m waging war… staging an intervention. In the famous words of Eminem, “I’m cleanin’ out my closet!”
Will keep you posted. But if I don’t come back, the dust bunnies got me.
I can totally relate, I watch the What not to Wear on TLC, and dream of going on that show. I have realized that my fashion sense got left in the bathroom with the pregnancy test about three years ago, and feel that I have entered into a new stage of my life where comfort rules. I always admire the moms in the stores with high heels, sleek pants, and fashionable jewerly. And no matter whant happens in the morning, I can never seem to pull together a better looking outfit than a pair of jeans, that I probably should up size, and a work polo shirt, and we musn’t forget the oh so stylish sweartshirt. I aspire to be fashionable also, but then reality sets in and I must go toast the toaster waffles for breakfast and there goes my fashionable beads!
We have various versions of those fashion makeover shows here in UK – I would hate to have my wardrobe dissected on national TV! – but yes – the new clothes would be lovely
LOL, this cracked me up. Let us know how it goes!
I’m sorry mama, I never meant to hurt you, I never meant to make you cry but tonight, I’m cleaning out my closet. Just a reminder for ya!
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