(Instagram, follow me: @fashioncrime)There's not logic in my distress.
(Truly, there's not logic in any part of my life)
I feel like once an outfit is worn, its debut has been made & then I shove it in the back of my closet for about two months.
It will make its debut again after two months & then it gets shoved back in the closet.
Rinse & repeat.
It's like I have an on-going battle with my wardrobe.
My clothes so desperately want to make a statement more than once, but I (in my distressed state) won't let them.
What a horrible owner I am.
I bet my clothes hate me.
Yup, now that I think about it, I bet they do.
They're just so annoyed with my lack of chivalry that they choose to lose their luster and vivacity.
They just want to spite me.
I'll wear you twice in a row.