I have nothing to wear.
Brad hates hearing me say this. And I say it all the time. I hate my clothes. I always hate my clothes. I think its been 5 years since I didn't hate my clothes. I buy things because they are on sale, not because I love them. It's silly, I realize. I'm not pregnant anymore, thanks for noticing, and yet today I wore maternity jeans and a maternity shirt. I know we all do that for a little while but how long is it ok, really? So I have a new goal. An objective really. I'm going to seriously purge my closet, organize it and make it pretty. I cant even imagine having a closet full of clothes that I actually wear. I intend to conduct a brutal edit, asking myself: Do I love it? and Do I wear it? If I don't answer "yes" to both questions then it's gone. This might be terrible timing because I'm not sure there are many things that fit, that I love and actually wear. I may end up with an empty closet and no budget to refill it. I just have to start somewhere. In other news, Gavin started Zantac today. The poor dear just never seems comfortable. He's always rigid, grunty, and fitful. We have our fingers crossed... *** Update*** Brad's buddy Andrew is married to the ever stylish fashionista over at Cardigan Empire. She just posted the 411 on when stores do typically do their markdowns. Let's be honest, I'm never going to pay full price so the compromise is that I need to buy higher quality items that I love, once they've been marked down a bit. (Can I bring myself to spend $40 on a shirt?! I have to bite the bullet and do it.) Great info, Reachel!
Posted by Jill at 10:22 PM