Wednesday, June 30, 2010
The Moment I Wake Up
The moment my alarm clock blares in the morning, I think the same thought.
"Crud, what am I going to wear?"
I'm not one of those women with fabulous wardrobes, for two reasons.
1. If I have extra moolah, chances are I'm going to spend it in a flea market on a candelabra begging to be spray painted.
2. I find the entire concept of clothes exhausting.
If left to my own devices, I'll amass 10 decent outfits and wear them repeatedly for the next decade. It's not the best of practices. Why? Because recently my little sister pointed at my floor length blue jean skirt and said, "Um, Liz... nobody wears those anymore. Except maybe the Duggars."
I was sideswiped. I thought I was still in vogue.
These days I find myself trying a little harder. I also drag my sister along with me and model things.
"How about this?" I'll say.
"Nah, too 1992," she'll respond.
I have no idea what that means, but apparently, it's not good.
So this morning when I awoke, I thought my usual question. What should I wear? My sister told me once I should stand in front of my closet and ask myself, "How do I want to feel today? Business like? Beachy?" and choose said outfit based on that.
So this morning, I stood in front of my closet and thought, "How do I feel today?"
The answer was unavoidable.
"I feel like wearing a tent," I mumbled, rifling around for my biggest, baggiest dress (a gray eyelet shift worn over tights).
Some days you feel beachy. Some days you feel like a tent. And some days you end up looking like someone from 1992. From the moment I wake up, it's my never-ending conundrum.