Its that time of the year again. Nope, I'm not talking about summer where skimpy string bikinis, candy-coloured flip flops and Banana Boat coconut tanning oil start reappearing on everybody's...well, body.
I'm talking about that time of the year where the fashion tribe starts falling into a fashion rut. Where every stylish girl worth her weight in
I, myself, have fallen into a deep fashion rut and can't get out. My style of late has been...somewhat ho-hum, bordering on a 'I-can't-be-bothered-to-care-what-I-look-like' spectrum. Whilst I would have gladly worn my favorite floaty seafoam green chiffon scarf out a month or two ago, this time, I somehow seem to want to step out in only denim shorts and a tank top. Its come to a point where I abhor wearing denim shorts solely because I keep doing it.
The weird thing is, I didn't really 'get it', not till recently. On a very hot and balmy afternoon where I was scheduled to meet my girls for a spot of high tea, I almost didn't turn up. Why? Despite spending almost 2 hours standing in front of my closet rifling through my clothes, deciding what to wear, I still couldn't convince myself that what I had on was good enough to go.
Now, I'm not gonna chant the oft-quoted statement that 'But..I don't have any clothes!', because I am one to be honest with myself. I DO have enough clothes. I just don't have enough clothes that I am satisfied with anymore. Everything that once looked like something I'd wear ad nauseum now just makes me shake my head in distaste.
When did everything fall into the "ugly" basket? I need to find me some inspiration, stat.