...Inspiration, that is. The past few days have seen me not caring about my outfits, looking like crap, totally sick of clothes. Why? Probably because I have spent 24 of the last 48 hours helping to unpack approx. 80,000 boxes of clothes at my new job. We're opening a new store, and obviously it takes a lot of work to go from an empty warehouse-like building to a friendly, fully stocked, diverse retailer. It has been a long week, and the more clothes I've seen the more I hate them all. After folding and sorting clothes for hours on end, I had to come home and do laundry and it made me want to puke. I can't bear to look through my closet.
In the last few days, my daily aspiration has gone from this:
to this:
Ok, not that bad. But I did stoop to wearing *GASP* running shoes today with jean capris. I know, I know, it's gross. I just couldn't be bothered, and the concrete floor was totally killing my feet yesterday. Well, I only have a couple more 12-hour days left and hopefully my fashion sense will come back!
2 comments:
I understand what you mean. I have a "I have monetarily given up" uniform myself. It consists of boring, comfy jeans, boring comfy flats and boring black t-shirts. When life gets busy and I get stressed out and cannot be bothered to care, I can wear that day after day after day...
Love the mom jeans pic!
xo
Sabina
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