Today is one of those days. I woke up feeling frumpy. There was no motivation for me to comb my hair. It’s been almost a year since I’ve gotten a haircut, years since I’ve gotten one I’ve actually liked. I keep wavering between having bangs and growing them out, so my hair seems to always be in that weird annoying in-between stage where it’s constantly in my face. So I decided to forgo the brushing and pulled it back into a ponytail and put on a hairband to keep back those wayward bangs even though hairbands give me a headache.
I looked into my closet this morning and I was not inspired. I’m tempted to stay in my pajamas but I’ll eventually have to leave the house to pick up CC from school. I pulled on a pair of pants that are too big for me and a shirt that is somewhat stain free. My wardrobe can definitely use some updating.
On my way back from the dry cleaners today I decided to stop in Buffalo Exchange. After browsing through the racks of blouses and jackets I gave up and left. It was just all too utterly perplexing and I felt so. completely. lost. Okay I’ll be the first to admit that I’ve never been a fashionista or anything, but I think I used to be able to tell what looked good and what didn’t and put together somewhat decent outfits from my limited wardrobe. Now I feel like I haven’t a clue. I scrutinize the clothes of women walking by on the street and I’m amazed at how they pull it all together. Stripes with prints, red with pink…seems like anything goes. And don’t get me started on the accessories…how do people even have time to accessorize? Maybe I can set my own trend and bring the fanny pack back into style (were fanny packs ever actually in style?).
So yeah I feel frumpy. My two boys are more styling than me. Why can’t they make adult clothes like kids’ clothes? Kids’ clothes are easy to mix and match, are always cute, and are amazingly stain resistant. I wish I had someone to pick out my outfits and dress me every morning. Or I would just settle for someone who would take me shopping. Anyone? Pretty please? If you don’t, I might seriously try the fanny pack thing.