It is wrong when you’re watching those What Not To Wear on TLC and you agree with the fashion victim’s choice of clothing before the makeover? I was watching one episode and thought, “That’s perfectly reasonable to have seventeen different hoodies.”
In Seattle, people wear tons of black and I’m included into that monochromatic mix. My clothing choices are so boring, you’d get more a vivid color palette from a fax machine.
To move away from that trend, I’ve amassed a huge amount of brown-colored clothing, because you know how BROWN totally jazzes things up! (WOW, Mona, that brown jacket really brings out the brown in your slacks!) My closet is so filled with brown, on the days I don’t look like Debbie Downer, I look like the UPS guy.
I don’t think I’ve ever been trendy or fashionable ever. I’ve mostly missed in that category (read: stirrup pants AND ruffled blouses). Most of my clothing was sewn by my mother, including this hot little green mumu:
And all this nonsensical hoopla is thanks to the brand-new job I start tomorrow and because I’m flustered by how unattractive a name like Dress Barn is and how the only decent outfit I have is the one I wore to the interview because geez, that’s too soon to start repeating ensembles.