The blahs.

Fourth post of the night, crazy right? But seriously.. I was just reading something about clothes & it made me realize how bummed out I've been lately about clothes. I know, you're thinking, Is she seriously bummed out about CLOTHES? Is that even possible? 

Seriously, though, I could spend hours upon hours shopping. And shopping. And shopping. Clothes are like my comfort zone. My therapy. Shopping is a hobby. 

This job I have is bumming me out BIG TIME. I find it really hard to bring myself to buy something that I can't wear at work. That means it:

* can't be too low cut (or I have to have a matching tank top)

* can't be too "loud"

* has to have sleeves

* has to be at least to the knee

* cannot be capri style

* has to look conservative (i.e. no boots with skirts, as I found out last fall)

* all shoes have to have backs & cannot be too high

* cannot be too tight

* cannot be sheer

* cannot be low cut in the back

In addition to the outlined rules, it's always SUPER cold, so I have to have a matching sweater for EVERYTHING, and I'm on my feet for 8-9 hours each day, making wearing cute shoes pretty unbearable. 

My boss told me that I need to invest in some suits. Gag me. Please. Suits. Are. From. Satan.

I pride myself in expressing my personality through my clothes. I like to wear trendy things. I like to wear shorts with tights and boots. I like to wear 3 layers of shirts. I like to wear jeans & heels. And I can look just as nice wearing these things as anyone else can in a suit. 

But, like I said, I find it really hard to buy things that I can't wear to work. I have 2 days off from work. I have a ton of clothes already that don't get worn because I have no time to wear them. 

And I blame all of this clothing depression on my job.

I hate being in a funk. I want to be myself. And I don't feel like I have since I started this job. Blah.

The bad thing? There's a light at the end of the tunnel. I just don't know how far off it is. (That part probably makes NO sense, but certain info can't be leaked into the blog world, just in case...)

I just want to be back in college where I could wear exactly what I want, when I want. Or be a stay at home wife/future mom. That'd be nice too... if only I were rich.