Excuse me for a moment while I vent.
I consider myself a grateful person. I’m amazed that every morning, I open my eyes, without fail. Only because of God. The most simplest of things but yet so profound that He saw fit for me to open my eyes again one more day. That, I’ll never take for granted. So I’m not complaining about that.
This morning I was going through my favorite blogs in my Google Reader (mostly fashion). Why oh why OH WHY???? I’m not particularly a label whore. There are just some designers that always make me smile with their creations (Christian Loubotin, Jimmy Choo, Vera Wang, Victoria Beckham, Louis Vuitton, Marc Jacobs, Chanel, Yves Saint Laurent, Valentino, Roberto Cavalli…to name a few..I don’t own any. Remember: I AM NOT A LABEL WHORE! But I wish I were).
My eyes literally misted up from pure excitement of the soon approach of my favorite time of year. Granted, I love the Summer too (who doesn’t want to get naked). But the Fall is when I can get really sexy. Can’t nobody tell me a simple cardigan/sweater matched with a knee length pencil skirt and some pearls ain’t sexy as hell! I’m good for wearing all of that BTW. Wink.
And look at her, Miss Lara Stone, from the September issue of Vogue. I love this 50’s inspired look!
But I digress. Back to my rant. So I’m not meant to be poor. Right. So yesterday I sat at my dining room table, eating two day old fries and hot wings as tears came down my face. Oh and I think the lights were closed (Please, I’m not suicidal. I think it just set the mood). And the only person I wanted to talk to was “out”. All I could think was, “this can’t be my life”. Yes, I just moved into the place two days ago. Yes, it’s cool to have my own place again. But NO, it’s not cool to be back to paying rent. NO, it’s not cool to have to sacrifice my shopping addiction for food (don’t judge me).
Bah humbug to adulthood I say! I can no longer make $10 stretch to feed me a week like I could in undergrad. No, I don’t want to save up for a house. At least not until there is a husband in the picture. What’s so cool about waking up everyday at 6am, making a lunch, working for someone else and living on a buuudget? :: bbm roll eyes :: I’m over it.
THIS is my closet.
It is the size of a pantry. Carrie Bradshaw from Sex and the City would cry for me. This is not the closet of an adult who’s serious about saving. Set my fashionista soul freeeeee!!!!!!!!