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There's not logic in my distress.(Truly, there's not logic in any part of my life)
I feel like once an outfit is worn, its debut has been made & then I shove it in the back of my closet for about two months.
It will make its debut again after two months & then it gets shoved back in the closet.
Rinse & repeat.
It's like I have an on-going battle with my wardrobe.
My clothes so desperately want to make a statement more than once, but I (in my distressed state) won't let them.
What a horrible owner I am.
I bet my clothes hate me.
Yup, now that I think about it, I bet they do.
They're just so annoyed with my lack of chivalry that they choose to lose their luster and vivacity.
They just want to spite me.
*sigh*
Alright, clothes.
You win.
I'll wear you twice in a row.
