Dressing for the life I wish I lived
Monday, September 16, 2013
Yes, this is about clothes. Not important stuff, just clothes.
I am a little too fond of clothes and I have too many. And then I buy more. I haven't even worn some of them.
I buy clothes for my imaginary life, the one where I go to cocktail parties and drink champagne in a silk sheath, pearls, and a French twist...oh, and it's 1964 and my date is George Harrison.
And I live my real life in a pair of blown-out jeans and scuffed-up Danskos, and nobody minds, or even notices.
It's Birthday Week for me. I decided that, in honor of Birthday Week, I am going to wear a new outfit from my closet every day (or a creative remix of pieces if I run out of work clothes, seeing as how I buy cocktail dresses mostly), and style my hair and makeup beautifully even if it means going out and buying more products.
Because you never know when you'll be transported back to 1964 and into George Harrison's arms. Must be prepared.