I'm sure you remember it well, dear reader, because I was just about obsessed.
But this year--THIS YEAR!--I'm all about pastels. I can't get enough of them. I actually splurged on two pairs of pastel skinny jeans, one light pink and the other a very pale mint.
And you know what's funny? Who knew, but pastels drive my husband nuts (in a good way). He follows me around like a bunny hopping after a carrot, giving me nice compliments as he hops.
"You really look great today," he'll say, and I look down to notice that I'm wearing the exact same thing I wore the last time he said it, which could have been 5 minutes ago or 2 days ago. It doesn't matter, not to him or to me.
You see, I get stuck very quickly in the clothes that I like, so I am extremely prone to falling into unbreakable fashion ruts. I tend to approach favorite clothes like the security of a well-loved uniform, and I reach for the same things every day for the guarantee that I'll feel good as I go about my day.
Silly, I know, but it's true. So, pardon me, please, as I go downstairs to do another load of light-colored laundry. I need to make sure I've got a clean pair of pastel skinny jeans to wear tomorrow. :)
