Yesterday, my inability to get dressed reached a disastrous peak, resulting in an entire futon covered in clothes that I will probably never wear, my running around the house in a pair of tights, a pair of shoes, and a vest (and that’s it), and a few realizations. Before I tell you about my realizations, please enjoy a glimpse into my morning:
Turtle: Oh. My.
Me (panicking because of her tone… did the cat, who we thought was all better, throw up everywhere?): What?!
Her: You really did explode all over the study.
Point being: I really did cover the ENTIRE FUTON in clothes. Stacked clothes. It’s impressive, you guys.
Anyway, I gained some general insight into my life in the process. Realization number one: I have a lot of clothes that I just don’t need. And that don’t fit me or aren’t appropriate for pretty much any situation I need clothes for.
Number two: my style, in its natural, unselfconscious-state, seems to be much dykier than my conscious state often allows it to be. While maybe the dresses that I have do look pretty on me, I feel ridiculous in them. I feel like I’m playing dress up; I feel sort of silly and floofy and like I’m “faking it,” and at any moment someone will be like, “You! You’re not a real grownup! Go sit at the kids table with your frilly sleeves.” But put on a button down shirt with a sweater over it? Nice.
Number three: I need new clothes. Because apparently it’s not comfortable or really appropriate to wear my wedding suit for every semi- or formal event I go to. Hence the vague panic last night. Part of the challenge, though, is that I don’t know what I want, and I don’t know what I need it for. I could find something I like… but is it for an interview? For hanging out with friends? Can I really justify that purchase?
I feel like I showed up late to the game that all the other kids learned the rules to a lot time ago. It seems like everyone else can just get dressed and – shazam! – they look good. And they make it look comfortable and easy. I, on the other hand, spend an hour and half throwing clothes around the room and end up wearing the only outfit I had in the first place.
I feel stuck. Where do you get your clothes? Does anyone else have an impossible time getting dressed on a regular basis? And, um, does anyone want to go clothes shopping with me?