Yesterday, I had one of those frustrating days where I stared at my closet, threw up my hands and declared 'I have nothiiiing to wear!'. And it's a lie, I have a closet, a really large closet, full of options but I indulged in a little self pity and allowed myself to have a moment where I was convinced that nothing could possibly look right or fit... On the outside my tantrum probably looked like a five year old child who couldn't have the blue freezie. Which is ridiculous, if you know me, you know I believe everybody needs to man up and take the orange freezie when it is their turn. You can't have blue all the time...
Not sure how I segued this blog post into freezie talk, but I did. What I am saying is that I was whining and on the outside it's annoying but in that moment I wanted to stamp my feet and throw a tantrum worthy of a reality show.
You might think I succumbed to the feeling of having nothing to wear and raised a white flag in my track pants and a tee. But these track pants are pure luxurious wool and the tee has sequins. So it's like giving up but in an elegant way. I'm sure I can wear a dress again tomorrow. Tantrums can't last forever. That's what every Mom with a screaming child on the supermarket floor knows...





















