I have this blouse. I bought it about two years ago. It's an actual grown up blouse, silky and everything. I brought it home because it was cute and I saw it on the model in the store and thought, "I could wear that." It has sort of a swirly pattern and it looks very...fun, festive, not quite funky, but you get the idea.
It's the only thing in my closet with a pattern. I'm not kidding.
I'm sort of a black turtleneck, navy T-shirt kind of a girl. Maybe I'll get a little nutty with dark purple, but always solid colors. I'm pretty sure I have four of the same white button up shirts. White and black...you can never go wrong with that, right?
Anyway, back to the blouse, it sits in my closet and I've tried it on at least a dozen times with different things. The poor blouse always goes back in the closet and never gets to go out. Never been to a nice dinner, or a Christmas Party. Never been on vacation or even out for drinks.
It's just not me and it never will be. It is so cute on the hanger, but I put it on and I feel...uncomfortable, not myself. I can't relax with all that business going on and it's sort of slippery, so I never wear it.
This past summer I hired someone to redesign my blog. I'd seen some of her other sites and they were very cute...peppy. I thought maybe the laundry room could be fun and flirty, so after a rather unpleasant experience, my new blog was rolled out. Soft colors, whimsical bubbles and twirly letters.
It was cute and, like the blouse, I didn't want to spend time in it. I didn't feel like it was me or my place. I tried, but it had to go.
So, I've redone my blog once again, hopefully for the last time. I really like the new design. It's clean, the colors are rich and it's much more cozy black cashmere sweater, at least it feels that way to me.
My loving mother says, "You're just a classic dresser. There's nothing wrong with that." I hope she's right because I have finally discovered that I'm never going to change.
There's comfort and acceptance in that.