Let The Sparkle Show

Do you ever have those days where you get stuck in that “everything is wrong and my life is falling apart and I just want to crawl in bed and cry all day except that I have seasonal allergies for the first time ever this year and if I start crying I won’t be able to breathe anymore (see item 1 about how everything is wrong)” kind of feeling? And then you sit back and demand to know exactly what’s wrong and what you’re going to do about it and realize that actually nothing is that wrong and that maybe you just have PMS which has suddenly turned you into a crazy person?

Cause that just happened to me. We’re talking full-on ugly cry, head on the desk, and because I was trying to also write a blog post at the same time I almost ended up writing something like “I’m never blogging again” and wouldn’t that have just been the perfect amount of melodrama for a Wednesday? If only I could follow that by stomping away and slamming my door. Popcorn all around!

Despite my totally irrational hormones, today is the kind of day I love. I have my beloved Pumpkin Spice Mocha by my side and though I don’t know what the weather is doing at this exact moment it was nice and cool when I let the dogs out this morning and that just gets the day off to a good start. And the sky was pretty and I just – yes to that.

I had a great time reading everyone’s thoughts and comments on yesterday’s post. The general consensus is that you all want more vagina posts and I’m happy to give them to you. Just not today.

Today I’d rather talk about how this past weekend was apparently international “Clean out your Closet” weekend. I’ve been in a serious wardrobe funk lately and decided that since Fall is my favorite season in fashion anyway I might as well get off my ass and do something about it. So I did some shopping and got a few new tops but I also started clearing out the old stuff I’ve been dragging around forever.

If you’re like me, it’s hard to admit you need to let go of clothes. I buy clothes and then chicken out of ever wearing them. Even though they look good on me, I lose my nerve before I can get out the door and wind up wearing the same thing all day every day. Which is why the clothes I do wear are all worn and look awful. But I keep holding out hope I’ll work up the nerve someday and then just never do. And when you’re losing weight it’s hard to feel like you can spend money on clothes because you don’t plan to stay one size very long. But the reality is that you have to wear clothes, so you have to shop.

Oh, woe is me. Forced to shop. (cue the violins).

While I was out, I found these shoes and fell in love with the look of the heels. I didn’t buy them because they are probably the most impractical shoes I’ve ever met – but they got me thinking. What kind of life would I have to lead so these were the kind of thing I just wore every day? Can you even imagine? What does that life look like?

Is it ultimately as impractical as I insist? Or is there a world where I can be a 27-year-old professional woman who wears glittery heels just because it’s a Thursday, blogs about her vagina when she feels like it, gets piercings on a whim, and sees nothing wrong with driving an hour away just to visit a Sonic because there aren’t any nearby?

Maybe living in our own sparkly dream worlds isn’t as impractical or far-fetched as we all imagine. And maybe a pair of glittery heels are exactly what I need to kick my ass out of this self-imposed wardrobe funk. Or maybe I’m not talking about sparkles and glitter at all and just reminding us all that a little attitude adjustment can have a big impact.

What are you dreaming of these days? Is it wildly unrealistic or just kind of like glittery heels?

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