Scene 21: Wear, Wash, REPEAT

Okay, look.

I have been wearing the same clothes for 6 weeks. SIX WEEKS.

I have two sweaters. One is green and fancy. One is a navy sweatshirt.

I can only wear the green with skinny jeans. I can only wear the skinny jeans with sandals.

So, this means, if there is a somewhere to walk farther than five minutes away/ it's raining/ it's cold, I cannot wear sandals.

I must wear my tennis shoes.

Those who know me in 'real life' know that it's not that I don't wear tennis shoes. I do. At the gym.

Certainly not with jeans. Certainly not every day.

But every day I walk and every day it's cool outside, so...

If it's raining I wear my rain jacket. It rains a lot.

Aside from these things I have listed, I have some plain tank tops and three solid colored t-shirts and some running shorts. Yep. That's it.

This is what I'm getting at:


Almost every day for the past six weeks I have been wearing the same pair of jeans with the same tennis shoes with the same rain jacket and the same sweatshirt. Sometimes the tank tops and t-shirts get switched up. But you can't see them anyway.

So every day I look the same.

And it's not even a good look.

This is getting to be a problem for me.

I'm used to cardigans. Dresses. Skirts. Capris. Wraps. A variety of shirts. Belts. Purses. Totes.

I'm going a bit nuts.

Now, I'm sure you're thinking: Why didn't you pack more?

Couldn't.

Why don't you buy clothes there?

I decided not to purchase clothing over here until my last days because 1, I can't carry around extra weight, and 2, what I'd want to actually spend money on I couldn't wear around here.

However...

This does not mean I haven't been "shopping."

Oh, no.

I have.

I've been in every major store. Seen it all.

Sometimes (and this is really quite tragic) I try on clothes JUST TO REMEMBER WHAT I LOOK LIKE AS A NORMAL PERSON.

It can be kind of funny, because I go into the dressing room looking like a hobo traveler, and when I come out in whatever I've put on, the salesladies immediately perk up.

"Oh, she's normal! I didn't realize her hair was long with it all piled up in a bun like it was before."

"Why, I didn't know she had any shape whatsoever!"

"Now that I know she looks like that I think she might actually spend money in the store."

But I don't. I just smile and say, "None of it worked," and leave French Connection/ Topshop/ H&M/ Zara/ Mango feeling like someone who usually wouldn't wear navy and black together from sheer weariness.

It's wonderful.

When I get home, the majority of clothing in this suitcase will never see the light of day again.

And I'm SO. HAPPY. ABOUT. IT.

:D Three weeks!


B


PS. I bought a scarf. One scarf. I could only justify it because I was legitimately cold. And because something in my wardrobe had to change or I was going lose it.