I have categorized
all of my expensive little containers
of make up into piles that match. Cool
light, cool dark, warm neutral
. This way, I can be assured of my eyes matching my lips
. I should do this with my clothing. Olive green Atari Defender shirt
with plain blue jeans
. White v-necked t shirt
with khaki shorts. Burnt orange polo shirt with teal and yellow stripes with uhhh...
This is why it takes me a minimum of ten minutes to pick out clothes to wear
out in public. My mother never taught me how to match my clothes, and what I think matches or looks good is invariably met with a blank stare
- people must wonder if I never have the chance to do my laundry. On men this is charming, on a 25 year old woman, it is frightening. I see nothing wrong
with pairing my favorite shirt
with my favorite skirt
The problem lies in the fact that my favorite shirt is a red white and blue
t-shirt that says "Detroit" on the back, and is signed by Chino Moreno
on the front - and my favorite skirt is a BeBe
crushed velvet cranberry number. I am the person that those closet makeover
shows were created for.
I'm just waiting for that Fashion Emergency
chick to show up at my door.