Little Rumbles

I have figured out how it is that one becomes a "clothes horse" (this is, of course, assuming I'm using the term correctly).

All it takes is one pair of pants and before you know it, you're checking out shirts and sweaters and shoes and coats and vests and accessories. One pair of pants is the snowball that sets forth the avalanche of "Oooh there's a sale at Macy's, we so totally have to go, like yesterday!"

I know this because I sense it happening to me, and it started with the khaki pants I bought a few weeks ago. Suddenly I had these new pants, so I needed new shirts. Then the dress code was loosened up to allow jeans, so I bought jeans. This of course, has led to a need for shirts that go with the new jeans. The shirts will lead to sweaters that "go" and eventually I will *gasp* buy new shoes.

I was not born with the ability to match, and somehow now when I look at a shirt I have to take a mental inventory of everything else I own to figure out if it will "go" with anything else or "fit in" to the look I'm attempting.

Who am I and what have I done with myself? I need to make a pair of paint pants and color a pair of shoes with white out and watercolors quick before I forget who I am.

Interestingly, I don't really miss the days of not caring how I looked, and now I have the words "late bloomer" rolling around in my brain. The next thing you know, I'll be perusing the cosmetics counters as well as the shoe stores.........or maybe not.

Back of Maybelline, I'm not ready for you yet!