|The "shirts" section of my closet|
I had the day off yesterday and went shopping. An unusual past-time for someone who works in retail probably but something I really do enjoy.
I knew I only had a few hours to browse around and wasn't looking for anything in particular...that "list" everyone recommends not anywhere in my consciousness. I went to TJMaxx first and although I tried on about 7 different pairs of shoes came away with nothing. Possibly a first for me and that store.
Then I went into Old Navy which is conveniently located right next door. This is, after all, part of "my" company and I always check in for deals. I immediately found some adorable camo super skinny jeans and was sad that they looked terrible on me, even in a size up. They did have some great deals in their clearance section though, and I ended up coming home with two printed tops and a pair of navy, 7inch shorts.
Once home, I shot some photos of recent purchases so I could update my GCOGH closet and start thinking of ensembles for the newbies. While hanging up my new shirts I realized something. I have a closet problem. I have a printed shirt addiction. I vaguely recall making a sweeping edict that I was only going to shop for solid neutrals some time ago, but obviously that hasn't taken root in my brain.
Why do I think it's a problem? You can't really do toooooo much remixing of a shirt with such gregarious prints...plus...most are certainly memorable in their loudness and color. Hard to wear too close together in time, thus rendering them once a monther's at best. Is that really a good investment? Perhaps if I were BETTER at the whole remixing thing it wouldn't be such a drag. I wear every one of them with jeans. I have created a new uniform for myself. I match my shoes to the top. I am still Matchy-Matchy.