It’s a little after midnight on a work night. I finished watching the season finale of The Real Housewives of New York City and played a couple rounds of Sally’s Salon (until the free version expired…err!) when I go into my wardrobe room (aka guest room) to pick out an outfit for work tomorrow. And this is where things get a little tricky. See I own 27 work skirts. Two of them fit. Out of the dozen pants hanging in the room (not counting the ones already in the goodwill pile) 3 pair fit. With my recent weight loss I went from being able to wear a different bottom for months to the same pair every week. It’s time to get creative (or rich).
I showed Tom an outfit tonight and asked if it would be OK to wear next week. “Next week? Yeah it’s fine, why next week?” Because I wore a short sweater shrug to work on Friday and I need to space the style out. He didn’t have to roll his eyes at me. I did it for him.
I have to admit I don’t love everything I come up with in order to not repeat myself over and over again. But I on those days I still walk into my office with confidence and try to give the impression that this outfit totally makes sense. And hey – it’s the only thing that fits so LEAVE ME ALONE!
YAY Liz- time for more new clothes! I have to say I am finally with you, Tony was not impressed with my spending but hey, can’t go nudey now can we!?!?! lol
Way to go Carrie. Glad its going well for you. It was nice when you were in town and we were able to bounce thougts and ideas off of each other.