Top, jacket: Forever 21
Skirt: Gift, Express (last season)
Shoes: Nine West via Ebay
Tights: Love Colour, Love Tights
I haven’t worn this skirt or top on the blog since March, so I figured they were due another shot. Joe has dubbed this top my “watchtower top” and began singing Jimi Hendrix to me. It was an interesting Tuesday morning, to say the least.
No one seemed to think my clock/stripe/floral outfit was weird at work. Although having to break into my coworker’s office may have taken away some of the attention (heh). (She accidentally locked her keys in her office; the only other copy was with a person across the state who won’t be back until Monday.)
When I was at work, one of the ladies asked, off hand, “how many closet full of clothes” I owned.
When I told her I had one closet that I shared with my husband, she looked shocked. I felt slightly uncomfortable. I make probably half of her salary, purchase nice clothes when I can, shop thrifty and try to save my money, yet here she is assuming I have TONS of clothes. I suppose I should take it as a compliment, since it highlights how will I mix up everything, yet all I could think about was “why do people think I have so much clothes?!”
Maybe others don’t pay as much attention to my clothing as I do, especially if they don’t see me all the time. I rewear everything I own in different ways. I never wear an outfit the same way twice, because that’s apparently how I live my life.
Maybe I’m creating a mountain out of a molehill. How about it, readers? Have you had someone ask you about your closet space and the amount of clothing you own? What’d you say? What would you say now if someone asked?
Title song: All Along the Watchtower – Jimi Hendrix