I used to be such a cute dresser. Never mind that I was a cute little size 6 at the time, and mom was paying for my clothing habit. Fat and poverty has gotten in my way worse than you can imagine. I am not one of those people who can “get by” on bargain stuff. I have champagne taste and Pabst Blue Ribbon pockets. I’m not high maintence, I just don’t look good in clothes that aren’t quality clothes. Which means that I haven’t looked good in a long, long time.
I am seeing the light at the end of the tunnel about this poverty issue. I have 2 job offers on the table…well, one and a half. Either job will make a significant impact on my financial situation. I wasn’t looking for this. I didn’t apply for either job, yet here they are. It’s one of those things where life lets you know it’s time to make a move. You know, when the pieces never would have come together had you forced them. I feel like a sigh of relief is just around the corner. But, I’m so used to being broke, I don’t know how to think any other way.
I have a dinner for work Thursday night. I need to shop for something to wear. Now, granted I’m not in my new tax bracket just yet, but I’m conflicted about what I should buy. My head says: clearance rack, Marshall’s, Sears (clearance rack). My splurger says: OK, Macy’s clearance rack or Ann Taylor Loft clearance rack. My fat ass says: Buy a quality outfit that fits you well and looks nice! I don’t speak that third language just yet. I need to buy a book.
So, here’s my pitch. SIGN me up for What Not to Wear!! We can start with my black jeans. I will gladly throw away every stitch of clothing I own to start over and look like a professional. I wear jeans and flip flops to work everyday. I keep a suit on the door in case I need it. I own 2 suits that fit me. I need some serious wardrobe help. I need a stylist. I need a makeover.