The seasons, they’re a-changin’.
With that, I begin the arduous task facing any *ahem* fashionista who spends as much time and effort on her wardrobe as I do – switching my eclectic array of breezy summer fluffs for warmer winter fuzzies.
Prepare yourself, Sammy. This is not a task for the faint of heart.
Here’s my summer wardrobe:
Here’s my winter wardrobe:
Can you IMAGINE the physical exhaustion and mental exertion it takes me to pack, unpack, inventory and move that extensive fashion collection?
When I hosted monthly bridge, after some fiercely contested hands, we snacked. I promptly, and predictably, dribbled food down the front of my sleeveless, scoop-neck, black-knit top.
“Rats, I’ve got to change my shirt; I’ll be right back.”
When I walked back into the room, Alice looked up at me and choked on her mouthful of iced coffee. I was wearing an exact (clean) replica of the top I’d just gone to change.
“How many of those tops do you have?”
“Five.” I replied, which made the other two women burst into laughter.
Doesn’t everyone shop that way? Find a top that fits – in black – and buy a bunch?
Hate is such an ugly word, but I hate clothes shopping. Let me count the ways:
- Lack of (my) body cooperation
- Lack of manufacturer sizing cooperation
- Lack of “that’s-exactly-what-I’m-looking-for” in my size
- Lack of finding an exact replacement two weeks later when I’ve stained mine beyond recovery
- Lack of helpful store clerks
- Way-too-perky checkout clerk
- Overload of “push” marketing by the perky checkout clerk
- LOUD store music
There have been WAY too many times when I can’t find what I’m looking for, and I talk myself into a substitute that doesn’t fit; is a fabric I later discover itches or makes me sweat; or – worse – is a colored pattern.
Sammy quote: “Sammy tangles patterns; she doesn’t wear them.”
Purchased in June:
Hanging in closet – untouched – in September:
Hence my shopping dogma: When I find it in black and like the fabric and it fits, Buy Five.
Correction – buy five in one size for my “skinny” days and five in a “more inclusive” size for my “other” days. (Guess which size gets worn more often!)
Occasionally – as you saw in my summer and winter wardrobes – I’ll go a little wild and throw in a pink or purple. But mostly, you’ll see me in black.
Why black? Stay tuned for my next secret, which I’m sure I’ll regret posting.