For those of you who really know me, you know that it is a constant struggle for me to find clothes that I like. I can never find anything that fits properly. On those rare occasions that I do find something that fits, I am clueless when it comes to actually putting a complete outfit together. I end up with random pieces, none of which actually go together. My closet is a source of anxiety for me. Stress. Depression. I like this shirt, but what pants or skirt do I wear it with? Oh, this might work. Wait, now what shoes? I often feel like a hobo. A frump. Someone who doesn't care. The thing is....I DO care. I am just not skilled in the fashion department.
Apparently, Kris was tired of hearing my constant complaints and pleas for help. So, for Christmas, Sadie gave me a wonderful gift. A personal fashion consultant/shopper. Though exciting, I've been quite nervous about what happened this morning. The consultant came to my house to go through my closet. YIKES! I was literally sweating. The anxiety of the situation was about to get the best of me. Everything she looked at I was trying to justify. It got to the point where I was just grabbing things before she could get to it and putting it in a "discard pile". This is one of those piles:
And this is another:
It's a good thing I liked this lady, because I kept hearing phrases such as 'what is this?', 'oh, this is awful', 'hate this color', 'is this maternity'? We had many laughs, but my heart was racing the entire time.
Thankfully, we are going shopping tomorrow. It's a very good thing, because this is about all I have left:
From the looks of this, we are starting from scratch. I hope I enjoy my day of shopping and don't get too frustrated. However, I'm actually a bit nervous right now thinking about what to wear to go shopping! Oh dear. The cycle continues. Hopefully it will be broken tomorrow. Wish me luck!