Despite having my first pumpkin spice latte of the season this morning, work still made me grumpy as hell.
My foul mood combined with having little to no funds led to my declining an invitation of sushi and shopping with the roomies. I find window shopping excruciating. Instead, I watched How To Make a Button and subsequently fell into a thick sleep where I dreamed I was in some sort of open relationship with Miranda July. (Which was actually pretty awesome considering she is brilliant.)
My roommates came home filled with sushi and armed with colorful, lacy lingerie. I admired their loot as I consumed my sidekicks from the pot.
A forgotten segue later, P was cleaning out her room, sorting out items to donate and leafing through old clothing items. It wasn't until she asked if I had anything I wanted to get rid of that it came upon me, elbow deep in a garbage bag of clothes-- my shopping itch.
It's just that it's fall again, and fall clothes are my favourite. Plus! I haven't been shopping in ages. I miss it. I miss the thrill of new things. I miss treasure-hunt thrifting. I miss creating new pairings. I miss not feeling anxious when I buy things. I am so sick of rotating the same tired outfits over and over and over.
I know this is a bit superficial... and I acknowledge that it isn't an Actual Problem. (I hope I am not presenting it as such.) But yes. I miss it. Dressing myself feels like part of my art that I can't really engage in anymore.
So instead... I torture myself by reading fashion blogs while mowing on leftover pizza.
Check out Mademoiselle Robot. She has a green dress that is to die for and she teaches you how to make a scarf necklace!:
