Why is it that we as women sit in the middle of our closets, and bedrooms, with piles of clothes around us and not a thing to wear? I feel like a lot of shopping goes on and yet there is never anything to put on. The only outfit I’m ever really sure of is my carpool uniform, which consists of my favorite jeans and Rosé all day t-shirt or workout gear. I know that I am not the only one who is trying to get ready for that great date night, holiday party or even lunch with the girls, and can not seem to find anything to wear. And, let’s face it, lunch with the girls is always our biggest challenge – seeing as all of the obsessing over fashion is done for other women. The men in our lives could care less. They can tell you who looked good but could never recap what they had on. The whole “dress it up” thing is for one another. Women dress for other women, and it starts early. My daughter gets up at least thirty minutes before anyone else in the house to put a remix on her mandatory uniform of a plaid skirt and a polo shirt.
I really don’t know what the solution is. I just know that I spent yesterday hurled on top of a pile of clothes that I had assembled on my bed, overwhelmed at the fact that I might have to do a last minute mall run. “Was this party even worth the hassle?” I thought to myself. Was this 70’s theme really mandatory? Did I really even want to go if I couldn’t have on that white dress Michelle Pfeiffer came down the stairs wearing in Scarface? All these questions were swirling around in my head while I lay on the years of clothes I had accumulated, many with tags still on them. This must have been exhausting because I fell asleep right there on the pile of clothes. When I woke up I must have been dreaming of Mad Men because I decided to go with a very tailored, black Armani pants suit. Maybe not exciting but a classic that works everytime. Now, who is going to put all these decades of clothes away? The plight of a woman!