Lately I have been allowing myself to repeat outfits. Three year or so, it might and probably was before that, I decided that I was going to wear a different outfit every day. Part of this was a stunning realization that I had piles and piles of clothes, mountains really, that I hardly ever wore and this fact was tragic. This is not to say that every outfit was earth-shatteringly wonderful or different, but it meant that a little something ought to be changed anyway. Loads of things were still repeated but I tried to make them different.
This has gotten very stressful. As of late, I've relaxed a bit. It was a habit I hadn't even realized I'd fallen into, as is the way with most habits, and it's been rather nice to let things be. The last dress in this strange promenade of morning pictorials has graced my body two days in a row, as have the boots (which I have become almost totally inseparable from. I love them, I love them! I would write a sonnet to them, if I had the gumption to really do so). I've taken to repeating things, not worrying if someone might--as narcissism makes me wonder--notice that I've worn one or two dresses several times. This assumes that the world is paying much more attention to me than they probably are. I know there is a phrase for this, but I cannot recall it at the moment, and so I shall not be bothered!
I've spent very little on clothing lately. This is a great feat, but I admit it is partially from a lack of time and partly from unhappiness generally with the offerings this fall. My usual haunts are not as productive as usual and my favorite second-hand and thrift stores close before I am out of class! Truthfully as well, I have car payments which are cutting terribly into my spending money--responsibility!--and I am just now on the brink teetering between jobs (I have a new job, it's rather nice, but there are those weeks between paychecks which are terribly stretched). As such, it has been an adventure to make do!