I've been slowly realizing how hopelessly unfashionable I am. It's not that my self esteem rests on how nice my clothes look, or that I want to impress other people so they think I'm cool. It's just that sometimes I'm getting ready for a dinner or something, and I realize that NONE of my t-shirts is appropriate for the occasion... but I don't have any other options. I was talking to Kevin about this the other day, and he asks me, "How many blouses do you have?" I thought carefully, mentally riffling through my closet and other boxes of clothes I might have. "None," I said truthfully.
This is sad.
I have a couple legitimate excuses. First of all, I've spent 18 months of the past 3 years pregnant. I have some cute maternity clothes, in case anyone was wondering. And then before being pregnant, I was hoping to soon become pregnant, so I could always put off buying new clothes by telling myself, "Why should I buy a new outfit? I'll just outgrow it in a few months." It didn't turn out to be true for more than 2 years, so my non-maternity wardrobe was wearing thin.
Also, as a college student. . . .