Lunar New Year is rolling around the corner again. When I was a kid, we used to get new clothes for Lunar New Year; new clothes for a new year. But getting new things is pretty standard now. I was assessing my clothes rack the other day and realized that almost everything I own was purchased within the last two or three years. It would be a tremendous challenge to reign all that consumerism and go a year without buying anything new. It'll be good for the environment, too. I have only a pair of feet, but about 20 pairs of shoes. Which means, on any given day, 19 are just for show (to an empty room).
Fashion has always been a difficult thing for me to tackle. My best friend is fashion blogger and everything just seems to look good on her. Whenever I try pulling off outfits like hers, I end up feeling uncomfortable in my own skin, too frou-ed out... gaudy, even. I usually weather an emotional cycle of blissful creativity, swelling self-consciousness, then explosive frustration. I then wind up taking everything off and pairing something black with denim. Black with slacks. Black with tights. Just... black. Goes with everything.
Note to self: Stop cutting your bangs. You look like a kid. We've gone over this every other year since 1997.
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