I got nothin'. It's not that I don't like my clothes. I do. But there wasn't a jacket or a sweater or a skirt or slacks that grabbed my attention right off the bat or jumped out at me shouting, "Here I am!! Put me on!".
How I wish that would happen. Definitely a time saver if it did. But, no, I stood there hemming-and-hawing over what to choose, considering what would feel 'good', did a certain color or fabric appeal to me more, did I need something warmer or cooler, blah, blah, blah..... You totally understand the drill.
With my hands in my housecoat pockets, I mentally performed some calculating: 40% of my inventory I LOVE, LIKE 40%, 10% would receive a TOLERATE rating and 5% I keep out of GUILT (received as a gift/some memory attached to it/whatever).
So after spending WAY too much time, I finally grabbed an outfit, scrambled for accessories, and left in a rush to get to work.
You know I could help myself by performing these tasks the night before. Perhaps I might be in a 'choosier' state of mind. Probably simpler. Easier. There wouldn't be a need to HURRY UP and get it done.
WHAT??! Mess with tradition? With my marvelous routine? Especially when it seems to be working so well for me just the way it is!
