Wardrobe Musings

I realized a few things today while I packed my bags for my flight.

I'm a creature of habit.

And by habit, I mean a limited affinity for differing clothing colors. I have entirely too many blue shirts. 

That's only the stuff that I brought to NC. There's probably more of these little guys lurking in my suitcases back in Utah. Geez louise. 

I also own a vast amount of black. I could wear it all at once and look like some weird artist person (and I'm not saying I haven't done this in the past).

Something else I learned while packing is that I may appear girly or something...but I'm not obsessed with clothes. I have like 4 scarves. That's the extent of my accessorizing. I rarely match--I own so much black so I don't have to think about trying to. I've owned a large portion of my clothes since I was like...14. NOT exaggerating. I haven't really grown much in the last few years so I don't have to buy something new unless it gets sweat stained or I just start to hate it.

I've heard from more than one person that I seem like I'm a diva, but this is the falsest. I'll put on mascara and take my hair out of a bun every once in a while, but I'm NOT one to spend hours and a lot of money at the mall in order to look good. #FatChance

I'm happiest in what I'm wearing right now--a baggy sweater, a pair of socks and my favorite basketball shorts (they have POCKETS! YAY!) with no makeup and hair tossed into a sideways ponytail. And generally, I don't even want to get dressed for class or church or...anything. My 18yrold driver's license picture is the ratchet-est. I'm not even wearing make-up. It's disgusting..ask me to show you sometime.

I still own wayyyy too many clothes, though...Come borrow something sometime. I'm happy to lend.