But it just never turns out that way.
Even if I start getting ready a couple of hours early, I end up drowning in a sea of shoes, clambering over a mountain of discarded garments and crazily searching every nook and cranny of my closet/drawers/floors/boxes/bags/under the bed for missing accessories that would 'be perfect for this outfit.'
Not only that, I start with dreamed up outfit and end up disliking or disheartened by the actual result. Then, the second guessing starts and this is the part that Big R dreads and tries to sneak off. I pummel him with "What do you think?", "Which do you like better? The white or the black?" You know, the gammut of loaded questions, where no matter what answer I get, it's never what I wanted to hear. Big R actually likened it to 'Running The Gauntlet'...poor guy.
So, here I am. Pretty much being chased out the door with threats of being left behind.
Literally, in a rush.
Little side note: I was recently on Fashion By He, pretty much bagging white boots. Yes, I am a hypocritical blogger and no doubt will get the telling off of the century by He....oh man, brace myself.....please don't be too cruel!
One cool thing, I got to wear my vintage Burberry Harris Tweed Blazer! Picked this little puppy up for pretty much a wrapped sweet and pocket lint from Save Mart on the North Shore....SCORE!!!