This is my life.
Do not get me wrong, I love my life. I have a wonderful fiance who allows me to be moody, a bright, funny well behaved child, a supportive family, friends I can be ME around, and the ability to work from home.
These are all the reasons I am in a style rut. I blame everything above.
Today after I woke up I threw on a pair of Christmas PJ bottoms which did not pair nicely with my pink night shirt. But really, who cares what PJs look like?
After breakfast and a little internet time I decided to go get dressed. I came downstairs in grey capri leggings and a long black shirt that I call my moo-moo and happen to wear to bed once in a while. I stood in front of D and said, "Do you realize that me getting dressed was basically going from one set of PJs to another?" D shrugged his shoulders, as he simply doesn't care. He would love me in a paper bag unlike Prince Ronald from The Paper Bag Princess, which I read to AJ last night before bed.
It got me thinking about how I have all these clothes, but nothing feels right. Sometimes I feel like I don't deserve to dress up because I am just hanging out at home anyways, but on the other hand once in a while I wear something fancier on purpose just to feel better.
I have a gift card for Old Navy where I tend to do most of my shopping. I got it from D for Christmas because he wants me to treat myself to new clothes and I have a really bad habit of spending my money on AJ, not myself. Two months later I am yet to venture out and shop.
Why?
I need to feel better about myself, and wearing frumpy, dark colored outfits aren't helping. I want to shed some weight for the wedding and for myself. I want to feel like I deserve to dress nice even if it is just for a toddler who doesn't know the difference, and a fiance who loves me no matter what I have on.
I want to be like the girl who literally just appeared as I was writing this post.
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