|At least my nails look good.|
Sunday, 21 August 2011
I am having a complete crisis of faith when it comes to my wardrobe just now. I don't know if it's the time of year or if it's because I have eaten myself into oblivion since my holiday or if I'm just bored but I HATE all of my clothes at the moment. I'm currently sitting on my bed surrounded by once-loved garments fizzing with dissatisfaction. The simple task of laying out clothes for work has become torturous not to mention the overwhelming remorse I felt when I couldn't find my trusty American Apparel denim shorts and remembered I'd carelessly abandoned them in a hostel in Barcelona. My most recent purchases, including a gorgeous pair of floral trousers from Topshop, are leaving me underwhelmed and at this exact moment in time I think I'd rather leave my house in my joggers and freebie work t-shirt than contrive a mediocre outfit from my pile of rags. Perhaps I have spent too much time today pouring over fashion blogs and ogling beautiful things, I seem to be going a little mad.