Already Sick of This Game...

Yes. You read that right. It's only Day 2 and I'm sick of this game already. Day. Two.  I think this lack of fashion commitment speaks volumes about my enduring inability to sort, clean, organize my wardrobe. I have no self discipline. None. Just ask wine. There are times when I think to myself, "Self? You know what would be fun today? Cleaning out your closets!" And it is. For 20 hot minutes. In those first moments, it feels like shopping. Serotonin levels rise. Excitement builds at what you might find. You really do find things you forgot you had. May try on a few items and think "Yesss! It still fits. Kind of..." You then pull everything out and pile it on your bed with the best of intentions. Ten minutes later you look at the pile and think "Fuck this. That last thing I tried on still fits. I'm going to have a snack." After your snack, you clean the orange cheese-like powdered substance off your fingers and return to your task. You stare at the pile on your bed for awhile. 16 minutes since you started this project. You are now laying on the pile because you already need a nap. You contemplate just leaving it there for now but remember that the last time you did that you had to spend half an hour at midnight cleaning off the bed so you could sleep in it. You want to sleep on the couch for the next month and just leave it all there but if you have a significant other, that option is not available. It stops being fun real fast. So you do the only logical thing. You just cram it all back into the closet and wonder why 7 or 8 items Just Won't Fit!!!!! They fit before. What is happening here? I have a theory. Once you pull it all out, it fluffs up, stretches, spreads little fabric wings, sets it mind to being free and now physically takes up more space. The fashion equivalent of refolding a map. Thank god for GPS. There is a physicist somewhere who can help me out with this phenomenon but is not likely to be following my fashion disaster blog. 

Now about today's outfit: I never wear white.  I buy white because, like many things, the fantasy is better than the reality. I think white makes me look fat and washed out.  Maybe I just need to lose a few. Maybe I need tanning. Oh right, the melanoma ruined that. Of course I am committed to the belief that white will look better on me when I reach my ideal weight - at birth - so I continue to buy it. This sweater actually came from Walmart.  The George line. It's surprisingly good quality, so much so that I bought it in grey and black as well. But don't go looking for it.  I bought it at least 4 years ago.  I think this dress is from the Jones New York line at JC Penney.  Also surprisingly good quality but also quite old. And I washed one of those necklaces in the sink and it isn't too bad without the protective dust coating. Still working on those photographic technical details and I need to do my roots. Hey! It's National Donut Day and Dunks is giving away goodies!