Okay, I PROMISE I will go back to editing and post the last parts of my short story (Laura’s Closet), but something came to mind, and I MUST share. I mean, this is still a blog, right? Okay, good!
The temperatures are dropping fast again – because Mother Nature apparently has a grudge against Ontario – and even though I have a furnace, I still feel like wearing a sweater. Perhaps, because they make me feel cozy and safe, like hats – oh my goodness, I love hats! But, that’s another story. I’m rambling now.
Anyway, finding a sweater sounds good, right? The thing is, I seem to go through my wardrobe many times, trying to find the perfect sweater to wear, just to be in my room! It’s not like anyone is going to see me (unless I Skype), but I tend to do this with other pieces of clothing, as well. Basically, my room turns into a fashion show, and my floor becomes the runway, and for whom? I don’t know, my stuffed animals? Imaginary Robert Downey Jr. and Leonardo DiCaprio? It is fun to do, and it does save me a lot of time, whenever I need to pick and outfit to go out. But, other than that, there isn’t too much a point. Well, I guess when it comes to ‘random me,’ there shouldn’t be.
Honestly, I’m probably the only woman in the world who spends less than hour getting ready. Although, I like to keep or start a fashion trend, I like to use my instincts when I pick the right outfit. This is also true when I go shopping. If I go with my friends, I stay for hours, because they stay for hours, and also because I love to hang out with my friends. If I’m on my own, I already know my stores, so it doesn’t take me hours to shop – and this is the part, where men begin to rejoice. When I’m in my favourite stores (like Suzy Shier), I let my eyes do the talking, and my heart do the picking. It doesn’t matter how ‘cute’ an outfit may seem, or how well it may fit. If I don’t feel it, I’m not buying. This also prevents me from buying clothes that will collect dust in my closet.
My stuffed animals certainly enjoy the ‘fashion show’, and probably the many spirits that visit my room – my late ancestors are definitely doing a facepalm – and yes, I do enjoy it, but sometimes it does feel a bit ridiculous. Ah well, this is me, and I’m not gonna change, but how about you? Do you do this, as well? Whether you’re a woman or a man?
Ps: I’ve noticed, I’m starting to call myself a ‘woman’ instead of a ‘girl’. I’m growing up!