Last night while doing laundry, I began swapping out my summer for winter clothes. And I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t have anything to wear. I have nothing. Nada. I am Cosette in Les Mis. I am les-pathetic-closet-full-of-nothing-to-wear-but-rags poor little thing. Gave up trying to piece together an outfit for work.
This morning, after sifting through the nothingness of my dresser and closets, I finally eeked out a pink button down and gray bottoms. I considered the tweed skirt with brown jacket, but deemed it too warm for this in-between season* and then the silk sweater with the dowdy Ann Taylor pants. No, too wintery. What am I going to wear tomorrow??
*Talk about nutty weather, it’s supposed to be 80s until Friday, then drop to 60s over the weekend and next week.
*sniff* is that shopping i smell in the air?
I was wondering the same thing!
*scratch scratch* Yeah, I’m itching to get my fix again. Friday – it’s on my calendar.