It’s a Problem

The worst part of every day starts right now, right about 9:52 p.m. It’s about now that I’m running out of gas. I can’t read any more. I can’t unpack any more dishwashers, do any more laundry, run any more errands, or pay any more bills. It’s about now that I’m shot.

And right now, right when I just about fall asleep on my couch, I remember I have to pick out something to wear tomorrow, and a tsunami-size feeling of dread rushes in.

I hate picking out clothes. I hate shopping. Hate. Hate. Hate. I’d much rather give my sisters a hundred bucks, tell them my size, and ask them to shop for me. You can take the girl out of the country, but you can’t take the hatred of shopping out of the girl.

I have what my brother-in-law has deemed “mall feet.” As it turns out, any time I’m in a mall longer than about ten minutes, my feet just give up. It’s like they’re allergic to shopping. And clothes. And lots of people. It’s the strangest thing.

There’s an easy solution to this, you’re likely thinking: Just get up in the morning, fall into your closet, and go to work wearing whatever sticks. The trouble is that if I don’t pick out an outfit at night, I try on forty-seven different ones in the morning, which usually leaves me particularly annoyed and likely late because, inevitably, my shirt is too itchy or I have no shoes that match or the sweater that would go perfectly was worn the day before.

It’s a long process. It’s painful. You could even call it arduous.

So, here’s my complaint: If mechanics and pastors and orthodontists have uniforms, why can’t editors?

That’s it. I’m writing my senator.

Advertisements

3 thoughts on “It’s a Problem

  1. I have the same problem and I pick my clothes out the night before, too. It helps, except for the occasional disaster morning when the outfit doesn’t work…and the trying on of 47 combinations ensues.

  2. I remember those times. Take comfort in knowing your efforts result in you always being devilishly stylish…and hopefully comfortable. (I think we’re approaching babushka weather.)

  3. Create your own uniform! First identify your signature color (the one that garners you compliments every time you wear it). Next, unless you absolutely look awful in black, create a mix ‘n match wardrobe of primarily black and white pieces*, using your signature color as an accent (accessories, sweaters, scarves, shoes). Put together at least six combinations, then rotate them each workday (so that you’re not wearing the same combo on the same day of the week). Voila! Professional “editor’s” uniform!

    * If black isn’t your color, swap in brown.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s