This morning I was having a fashion crisis. I have those once in while. I think it just exposes me for the shallow and self centered woman I really am.
I have no one to take care of but myself (and Batcat of course, but he is so independent, it doesn't really count), and I still manage to have some problems with that. My fashion crisis starts of with thoughts that enter my head upon awakening in the morning; what will I wear to work today? And nothing comes up. I am completely blank. No image in my head of any of the clothes that I own seems suitable. I keep thinking about this throughout my morning exercise routine and my beauty routine (that hour in the bathroom), but still - nothing.
Finally I stand in my bathrobe in front of my closet that is filled with TONS of clothes and exclaim the one sentence that almost every woman recognizes; "I have NOTHING to wear!" And immediately I start thinking that I need to go on another shopping spree.
Well, nothing I see in my closet fits. Either the colours are not right; too dark, too light, or the style doesn't fit; too loose or too tight! Or the fabric is too thin, or too heavy.
I end up being late for work and my whole morning is completely off as I try frantically things on and toss them in a heap in the corner of my bedroom.
I behave like a true teenager, I am ashamed to say. I guess some things never change.