Impressionable Me

January 17, 2011

I have waaaay too many clothes, its official. Moving into our new home has shined a spotlight so big on this fact, Sputnik 12 cited impaired vision due to a reflective light who’s origin is believed to be somewhere in Atlanta, Georgia as the main reason for a recently failed attempt on a satellite repair. Its officially ridiculous. What’s even more ridiculous is the sheer volumes of highly questionable clothing, purchased by me, in a state of sound mind (although that aspect is totally debatable) WITH the intention of wearing. Clothes so tight not even a 48 hour bout of food poison followed by 3 back-to-back marathons would give you the ability to squeeze into some of these pieces. Then there are the varying lengths of skirt. Anything from the constant tripping and potential tooth chipping of the gypsy length, to the “oh-my-god is it a skirt or a belt” street-walker length. Sadly I’m not kidding. All this stuff is actually in my closet. But I’m blaming Carrie Bradshaw for this entire wardrobe malfunction. Seriously, if it wasn’t for her ability to pull off all kinds of weird and random clothing combinations, I wouldn’t be out shopping under the assumption that I could do likewise. Silly, silly impressionable me.

And no no, your eyes do not deceive you. This is a florescent pink skirt. Never worn, thank god and now happily making its way to a Goodwill donation box.

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