I realized something today. I miss my old roommates. For their closets. (I really do miss them also.) Seriously, sharing space, time and belongings with other women was a great part of college and post-college life. And damn, could I use a little closet shopping right now.
I figured out today as I try to plan my wardrobe for the first actual “event” I am attending is as long as I can remember, that this would be the perfect time to raid my roommate’s closet. Except he’s 6″5′ and has a bit different taste in clothes than what I have in mind.
I miss the days of walking down the dorm hallway and finding a sweater to go perfectly with a pair of pants. Or boots to compliment the skirt that I have already borrowed. Someone offering up the perfect necklace to compliment a neckline.
I have also just realized that my closet doesn’t have much to loan out. I dropped off my maternity clothes to a newly-pregnant friend. The more I looked through them, the more I realized there wasn’t much there. Lots of comfy clothes. T-shirts in brown, navy, black… Then I got to peak in her closet. She already has better maternity clothes than I ever had. Then I recalled all the maternity clothes I borrowed. I loved borrowing maternity clothes. Getting to wear things that I might not pick out, but that looked great. Having fashion delivered to my door.
And now reality is setting in. I am out of the loop. No roommates to borrow from. No more maternity clothes to borrow. I’m on my own. For just about the first time in my life- my closet is my own. And I think it needs some help. Short of going on “What Not to Wear” I have a long road ahead of me. Anyone feel like delivering fashion to my door?