Last night, after carefully picking six neutral-colored items (in the interest of easier accessorizing), I experienced a flash of inspiration, yanked the white cotton skirt out of the line-up and dyed it blue in my bathtub.
Watching this, my friend/boyfriend/ex-husband wanted to know why I was embarking on a social project that would limit my choices so severely and cause me stress. I explained the decision with what I hoped sounded like logical, plausible reasons. My leading argument was that one may find greater freedom with fewer choices, particularly if that someone had many clothes and/or was in the bad habit of over-indulging sudden changes of mind. (In truth, the decision was purely based on caving in to peer-pressure from Kim and Owyn) “Think of the time I’ll save getting ready in the morning if I can’t over-think every choice!”, I urged. “Think of the time I will instead be able to spend walking the dog, eating a nutritious breakfast, calling my mom, running!” But what I will probably spend my new-found time on is happily accessorizing my six neutral items.
I have a lot to learn from this.
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Owyn
Kim
Visnja
Isa
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no matter how big my wardrobe might get, i can never make myself wear more than two or three of my shirts and two pairs of pants. it’s kindof like how i can listen to the same song on repeat for hours. days, even. i’m stubborn in my moods like that.