I’m an adult now

Gone are the days when I could buy cute, but cheap, ill-fitting shoes. Life is too short to be slowed down by blisters and cramped toes, and now… corns (ewwwwww.) I’d like to enjoy my day instead of thinking “Ow, ow, ow, maybe if I walk this way… ow, no, that still hurts,” with every step. Lately I’ve been tossing the ouchie shoes into the donation bin, without hesitation.

I must confess that I was a snot about fashion in my twenties. I swore I’d never shop for practical clothing at The Gap or buy my shoes at Naturalizer. I try not to be too vocal about my disdain for things, because I find myself eating my words a lot, but here I am; I now shop for quality and comfort over price and quantity. I’m an adult now.

ootd july 5

Summer at the office

Anyway… today I am comfortable. I’m wearing a white shirt from The Gap, and a pair of dress shorts from H&M, both pieces are a few years old. I’ve tucked the shirt in for a bit more polish, although this outfit is on the more casual side. I’ve worn these shorts with a loose, patterned, cropped tank and it’s a great outfit on the weekend. Not pictured: nude flats and the MeUndies boy shorts for women that I’m wearing under my shorts…

I recently made an investment in comfortable underwear. I have to say, it’s a little disheartening to realize that my spouse has way nicer underwear than I do, and I’m the one who buys it for both of us. $20 for a pair of boxer briefs for him? No problem. $20 for a nice pair of panties for me? Ugh, that’s $10 more than I want to pay. I’m over it, I went and purchased a whole new underwear wardrobe from MeUndies. Sorry, not sorry, wallet. Now I have my own comfortable and attractive underwear, and it’s not $25 special occasion underwear that I feel guilty wearing because it’s too nice for every day wear. In my opinion, nothing should be special occasion- underwear, perfume, dishes… but the nice underwear is also usually the most uncomfortable underwear, and it only gets worn for special occasions (re: never) or on laundry day when I’ve run out of everything else. Let’s be honest, I have fancy laundry day underwear.

Speaking of which, I’m in the middle of a laundrypocalypse epidemic again. Why can’t I do laundry like a normal person?
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