quite sad really
I've come to the conclusion that I'm addicted to clothes. Particularly shirts. I have sooooooooo many of them. More than I could ever possibly need, in fact. But I can't seem to stop buying them. I LOVE SHIRTS. And when I do find one I really like, I tend to buy it in multiples. Because whenever I don't, I always regret it months, sometimes years down the road. I'll have this favorite piece of clothing, and it will literally be falling apart at the seams, and it always makes me sad. Usually, it's become such a staple to my wardrobe that it's passing creates a void that must be filled by something that is an EXACT replicate. Which of course, can never be found, because it doesn't exisit. So anyway. I have too many clothes, but not enough clothes. This is a problem. But it's also not a problem. Basically, the moral of the story is that no one should ever let me anywhere near an Abercrombie, Old Navy, Gap, Nordstroms, Tommy, or any number of other stores if I have some access to funds.
And no, I didn't go shopping today. I've been putting laundry away. My closet just keeps getting fuller and fuller...
And no, I didn't go shopping today. I've been putting laundry away. My closet just keeps getting fuller and fuller...