When it comes to shopping for clothes, do you ever feel like this: I don't know exactly what I'm looking for but I feel like I will know it when I see it, except I never see it, and on the rare occasion that I do see it, it costs $350.
This is the story of my style life and explains why I have one pair of terrible, terrible jeans that fit me (four others that are also terrible and only sort of fit) and I'm currently wearing a nursing tank top and a torn sweater from the GAP (circa 2009). This outfit is extremely representative of my entire wardrobe.
I just don't know anymore. I lost my style identity several years ago and I am having a lot of trouble getting my mojo back. Sometimes my mom or sister will look at something and say: This looks like something you would wear. And I am just like: I look like I wear hobo clothes? And truthfully -- yes, I think I must.
In my head -- in my wildest dreams -- I've got kind of crazy hair and I'm wearing flower child dresses and boots and cable knit and zany earrings.
My more reasonable aspirations have me in nice jeans that FIT! And nice sweaters and jackets and blouses and such. My hair would simply be shiny.
In reality -- most of my clothes are half clean, have holes, and they are probably best described as faded, ill-fitting mom garb. My hair is so far from crazy, it's practically invisible. But at least it's clean!
The situation is so out of hand, I am at a loss as to where to even begin. When I think of the monumental task of finding enough clothes to constitute an acceptable, current, stylish wardrobe, it just makes me unfathomably tired.