I was planning on participating in a "What-I-Wore 5-Day Blog Post Challenge" this week (and it's a challenge because you actually have to post every day) ... but then I realized ... that I don't want to.
So I took a picture of my eye instead ...
... and called it quits. Hope that suffices.
The fact of the matter is, since I'm a work-from-home-mommy for the time being, I tend to wear tank tops and jeans ... Monday through Friday. On top of which, I'm an artist (this is an excuse unto itself). When I get into the nitty-gritty of a project, I rarely change out of wife-beaters and holey denim. I exist on a solid diet of coffee, peanut butter, and tuna fish, cover myself in paint-and-glue-and-what-have-you, and stare unblinkingly at my computer screen for hours at a time, inducing a manic headache due to the story I cannot finish writing or the data project I do not understand. Then I go for a run and the process begins all over again.
So you can see why a "What-I-Wore" post from me might be boring. Unless, of course, I went with my original plan: to dress up in five consecutive outfits and take all five photographs in a single morning. Which sort of defeats the purpose, don't you think? Not to mention the fact that Denmark makes most of my wardrobe obsolete. I knew this when I moved here and yet, for some strange reason, I keep buying short sun dresses and tank tops. Go figure.
Possibly I will be able to incorporate a few "What I Wore" posts into my blog in the future, as my beloved paint jeans are dying. As you can see.
|Guess jeans and Miley Cyrus tank top. Yes, Miley Cyrus. Don't ask.|
These jeans replaced my overalls (and, from the looks of it, will soon be shorts). If you've known me long, you know about the overalls. I've had them since I was twelve. They were my paint-covered project clothes for a solid twelve years ... and then ... one sad summer (the summer before last) ... they went to shreds. I miss them dearly.
(I have no idea how I will survive without my overalls and my favorite jeans. Why is it that as soon as clothes become your tried-and-true favorites, they fall apart? And naturally the stores don't sell them anymore, because they've been replaced by something much more practical: acid-washed skinny jeans with writing on the butt and zippers up the legs. Because that's attractive. Someday when I am a millionaire I will find The Perfect Jeans (again), and buy ALL OF THEM. You can't have any, so don't even ask. I will also be taking them to heaven with me.)
... Quit staring at me like that. I own other clothes. I promise.
So there you go. What I wore today. Or this half-decade.