Woke up this morning and while laying in bed I began to think about what I wanted to wear today.
This went on for like 20 minutes. I couldn't decide. I have a closet full of clothes and couldn't decide what to wear. Then I thought about if I was going to be drab for the day because I had something particular to do and what I'd wear.
Easy.
I'd grab a pair of jeans, any old T-shirt from the drawer, a pair of white socks and sneakers, the same sneakers I'd wear every day, for years. How simple, but how boring.
And here I am, lying in bed, trying to decide. A skirt and blouse with tights and boots, maybe leggings and a tunic with ankle boots, or my ____ dress with stockings and heels or go casual with just jeans and a cute top with flats. Oh the choices, oh the wonderful choices.
And I haven't even begun to think about lingerie. Which bra should I wear, underwire or T-shirt, match my panties or not and what style, boy shorts, hipster, brief?
Too many choices?
I think not. It's all part of the wonderful life we live as women.