Jet!

Ever since I said I'd talk about clothes, I've been avoiding it. It's not that I don't have anything to write, or that I don't want to write, it's that I have trouble putting everything in my head down. So this might be one post or a series of posts, or who knows. First off, I love clothes. And I have a lot of them. In fact, I probably own more clothing than I really need. Actually, take away that probably, change it to definitely. I can't help it though. I love clothes and putting outfits together. And I hate summer as a time for doing that. I prefer the weather a little bit chilly so that I can layer, wear a jacket, put on some tights, whatever. I don't like in summer how when I have more than two articles of clothing on it suddenly becomes overwhelmingly hot. I'd love the weather to be in the high 50s, low 60s in the morning, mid to high 70s in the afternoon and go back to morning temperatures at night. I'd love it. But then, changing weather is something that makes putting together outfits so much fun. Dressing for sun one day and rain the next. Not that it matters much when you're stuck in the house all the time like I am. But I still get dressed like I'm leaving the house. I refuse to lounge around in my pajamas all day, if only because it would make me feel even sadder about being in the house all day. Clothes make me happier. I think I am going to make this a series - if only because I have too much to write and too little energy, since I finally decided to get my ass in gear and do some exercising today. Tomorrow - inspiration behind my style and why I've decided that pants are a thing of the past. And ignore the title of the post, I've got some wings playing.