But then, something happened. I got majorly sick of owning tons of clothes that are a) super old and I never wear anymore of b) now a few sizes too big, and useless to me anyways. So I went on a ruthless wardrobe cleaning spree, and suddenly I have outfit inspiration up the wazoo. Who knew.
tee: thrifted; skirt: gap, a few years old; heels: macy's
Sometimes I think I have to actively remember why I started taking pictures of my clothes in the first place. And I know this is something that a thousand bloggers before me have said (and I'm fairly certain I've even said it a thousand times here myself), but it's true. It's not because I cared about how many readers I had or if people would pin my pictures or if I was standing in a field of flowers with the perfect lighting, whatever. It was about doing something outside of myself that was fun, and learning how to make the best of my closet full of seven-year-old sweaters and no means to change that any time soon.
I'm certainly not saying anything bad about fields of flowers and pinterest and readers, because I still value all of those things (especially readers! Have I told you lately you're the bomb.com?). But sometimes it's just about having fun in your closet and taking a picture in your dining room that has nothing even close to perfect lighting, with those two boxes in the corner that you still haven't unpacked since you moved in.
I'm not necessarily here to make some sweeping declaration about the state of this here blog and these here clothes I'm wearin', but today was fun. It was a lot of fun to play around in my closet and not worry too much about perfect pictures or the fact that I desperately need a haircut, or whatever. Instead, I think it's been a good way to remind myself that no matter the state of my closet, there's always something to wear, and it most certainly doesn't have to be the same thing everyday. And that I'll probably never classify myself as a 'normal' person when it comes to my clothes. Buuut we already knew that, didn't we?