One of the most painful things for me to do is to wear a new pair of shoes. Not necessarily because shoes generally take a little time to stretch and fit to form, but because I’m triggered by an anxious feeling that they will be never be the same, mixed with a bit of I-don’t-have-everything-I-need-to-complete-the-look.
I am embarrassed to say that like shoes I also have clothing, untouched with the tags dangling, waiting for the perfect event, or accessories that I have envisioned.
In my online saved bag for ASOS, I probably have over 100 pieces, including maternity clothes (because I have already decided what I will dress like for basically every event/stage of my life). But believe it or not, I have three pairs of jeans that I rotate: two for special events and the other for running errands. I practically live in my husband’s boxers and t-shirts, while my pajamas remain neatly packed. Some have probably only been worn once. I have a particular taste and I buy things that revolve around it, but hardly ever wear them.
