What's with always liking the newest bestest? Newest gadget, newest restaurant, newest boy toy, newest article of clothing. Okay, maybe not newest boy toy. I mean, if I did have a boy toy I might prefer the newest boy toy. But I don't. I have toys that belong to my little boy: cars, and balls, and such. But that's different. Where was I? Right: newer = better. At least that's the way it seems to be with our closets: mine and yours.
But wait a minute: I think that sucks. I think it is sad to neglect our old clothes in favor of our new clothes. I mean, they probably get sad, right? Well, I know I would if I were a poor neglected sweater. Unless I was pill-ey, then I would feel that I was rightly neglected and should be thrown out (I hate pill-ey sweaters, even ones that know their place and know they should be thrown out...that's the kind of sweater I would be: self-aware and self-sacrificing*).
Anyway, I am sick. And I am tired. And I need to go to bed before this blog entry becomes even more incoherent. So let's get to the point of all this, brace yourselves: I am *ahem* not going to buy ANY clothes until January. Yes, you have heard me correctly. Instead I am going to renew old love affairs with forgotten skirts, and shirts, and jackets. I am going to kiss and coddle and love my clothes. Or maybe I will just hem, and tailer, and alter them. But whatever. What's old will be best. What's old will be new again. And that one shouldered skin tight black sweater dress? I am going to find a way to wear it, darn it, I am.
outfit total: $93
shoes, naturalizer: $30
bag, danier: bday gift from husband
skirt, vintage thrifted: $3
jacket, from winners: $35
belt, jacob: $20
scarf: gift from Lee
sweater, joe fresh style: $5
purple pearl necklace: gift from husband
psst: am hoping to catch up on some blog reading tomorrow. And send some email replies. And well, do all the stuff that I didn't do today because sitting at the computer is not fun when you are ill. must.sleep.now.
psssssssst!: blog written Tuesday night...posted Wednesday morning. Either that or I have moved to a different time zone. Can't be sure. Not well enough to think it through proper like. gooooo tooo sleeeeep Kimberellieeee