So now that my February remix is over, you’d think I would be relieved not to be under any “pressure” when picking out my outfit. Instead I stare blankly at my closet not knowing where to start. “I can wearing clothez?!”
I ended up picking this sweater because I’ve only worn it once and I didn’t want it to be jealous of all the clothes I wore TWICE in a row last month. Don’t even try to tell me clothes don’t have feelings. I have to hang on to that idea to rationalize a lot of things. Such as: “There was only one more pair of these shoes left and I didn’t want them to be lonely.” See?