In about an hour I’m supposed to head to mom and dad’s to get in a limo that’s gonna take us and a few of my aunts and uncles and my sister and her boyfriend out to dinner then to Bardstown Road for the Bambi Walk.
I’m excited, it should be fun. However, I put on three different shirts trying to figure out what I wanted to wear tonight.
This always happens to me. I have somewhere to go and I have to look nice and all the sudden I hate every single part of my wardrobe. There’s the usual thoughts: I wish I had more to choose from, I wish I had that shirt I saw in that advertisement, I wish I looked good in that. Ask my friends, getting ready when we’re all together, I’m the one doing four wardrobe changes before I even start on makeup all the while asking them, “Does this look OK? Are you sure? Would you tell me if it didn’t? Did you like the other one better?” Annoying, I know. Sorry guys.
I have about four shirts I’ll wear out because everything else I’m afraid isn’t dressy enough, or I look bad in it. I haven’t had the money to go blow on clothes for myself in a while and when it comes time to do so, I can find something else I’d much rather spend it on because, let’s face it, there’s several things better than standing in a room with three mirrors looking at yourself, especially in things that may or may not fit. For example, I’d rather go to the dentist than shop for a bathing suit.
It’d help if I felt good in what I wear, but for that I think I’d need a schedule free enough to regularly hit the gym, a life coach affirming me every single morning and a personal stylist laying out what I need to wear each day/night. Not to be a Debbie Downer, I’m just…I don’t know.
As for tonight, I did find a shirt in my closet I like a lot. Too much, probably, because I wear it at least once a week to something – I told you I need to go clothes shopping. I’ll wear it tonight because I do feel good in it and I think it looks pretty good on me too. But seriously..I need some new stuff.
I won’t go shopping Black Friday because I don’t have it in me to wake up at 3 a.m. or push crazy people out of my way before the sun’s even up. But next weekend…watch out, Old Navy. I’m coming for ya.