OK, guys. I learned something pretty disturbing about myself today. I was doing what I always do when I’m trying to avoid doing work: window shopping via the internet. While checking out some fall fashion, I realized that what I thought was a really cute tunic-y sweater was, in fact, a little girl’s sweater dress.
This is not the first time this has happened to me. In fact, there have been plenty of times when I’m cruising the J. Crew website (during sale time, obvi) and get all excited about something before realizing that I’m about 100 pounds too heavy and a foot too tall to even dream about squeezing my left thigh into it.
What exactly does this say about me? That I have the fashion sense of a six year old? That I need to get out more? And why do I keep crawling so deeply into my psyche over clothes? In short: WTF man?
So make me feel better here. Is it me or is girls fall fashion kind of awesome this year? I mean, don’t get me wrong, some of it is awful. Whenever I walk by Justice in the mall, it looks like a neon rainbow vomited glitter everywhere. I start talking really fast to try and distract Samantha from catching sight of something glittery inside while ushering her towards the big wheel she can spin for a prize nearby. But most of what I’ve seen is pretty awesome this season. It almost (almost) makes me want to run to my daughter’s closet and start trying things on.