Finally..

Somehow I am much better at keeping up with Facebook than I am my blog. I have to ask myself why? I can only assume its the relatively short nature of status updates. So going forward, I think my blog postings are going to more closely resemble facebook status updates. I think I can keep up with it more regularly that way. In between disabled husbands,( not permanently, just threw his back out) decorating for baby/wedding showers, tea parties,  remodeling bathrooms, and mountains of laundry, I think I can manage to write a few lines!
     Today's musing involves blood, sweat, tears and many regrets: I went to the mall to shop for clothes. I despise clothes shopping, which is why I wear the same stuff all the time. I think men have it right: wear a suit and change the color of shirt underneath for variety. I can do that. The mall makes me cranky and depressed. I know this is like betraying the very nature of women, but I cant help it. Nothing fits right. The colors are all wrong. Or the styles don't work on me. Or its perfect, but costs way too much. All the while,  gorgeous models sneer at me from their superior airbrushed perches as if to say " I dare you to try and wear it with your figure!" (note to self: its called a pencil skirt for a reason, if you look in the mirror and don't see a "pencil", don't wear it! enough said.) so  I leave with nothing,  feeling like a boring, depressed,  fashion challenged cow. Then I admit defeat and go get a Starbucks to drown my sorrows. Meanwhile I still need to buy clothes. Now, mind you,  I have a whole closet full of clothes, which for some reason or another, I never wear (see above: color, fit etc) so deep down, I am terrified to buy more clothes that sit in the closet and mock me. Perhaps I just need a personal shopper..or...Maybe I will just dig out my black suit! :)

Fashionably confused,
Virginia