Ah, the clothing...

Now friends, you are aware by this point of my neurotic tendencies. (Or, you hopefully are aware...) Today, I provide you with another example. Allow me to paint you a picture of my lovely plans for the day, will you?

I was meeting an old friend in a picturesque little town on the river for lunch and light window shopping. We are currently in the dredges of an upper-90's heat wave known as summer. You sweat through everything, and would kill for a light breeze. We don't need to get into the amount of time spent deciding just what to wear, but what I did with my outfit...that we shall discuss. To allow for proper ventilation and comfort in said heat wave (Call it summer if you want, but I call it miserable) I selected a cute elastic waist skirt with a simple tank top.

The dilemma? To tuck or not to tuck the tank top. This is all about the lines created on my profoundly pear-shaped self. Any kind of tucked in shirt can create some drama (read: bumps, lumps, and wrinkles on my frame). Now, the gathering of the skirt, when covered by a tank top, well that leads to some poofing and enlargement of the hips. Remember that pear-shape? Yeah. No need to make these hips bigger baby. I literally spent the entire day tucking and untucking said top.

Even with an outfit chosen and having left the house behind, I continued to over-think and change my mind throughout the day. Ah the drama-rama.

Pilot Post?

After long debating the merits of starting a blog, I decided to dive in. What will I write about? While, there are many things I dabble in throughout my life, but the trend seems to be my ability to think way to much about all of them. And I mean way too much. I could spend so long debating the purchase of a new pair of shoes that they go on clearance and sell out before I decide to get them. Seriously. Hence the ever-present question mark at the end of my title.

I can't even fathom the day I need to buy a house. My analytical brain will twist and turn, back and forth over the mental pro/con list until I wait so long I miss out. Or (because, yes children, there is always an "or" with me...) I will fall head over heals with it and commit immediately. When those once-in-a-blue-moon commitments happen, you will definitely know about them. They are way too precious not to pounce upon and share with all the world in an attempt to make me seem like a normal human being who doesn't waffle over every single thing.

mmm, waffles...

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