Oh boy.

And today I had a minor meltdown. 
It has been so easy to get ready in the morning with only 30 options but I was obviously very excited to get back to the rest of my closet. But, this morning. This morning I had an idea in my head of what I was going to wear and then when I put it on I hated it. No joke. I looked in the mirror and was completely turned off by the end result. This is nothing new. Daniel can attest to the mountain of clean clothes that get thrown on the floor every morning, cast off because it didn't look right, or feel right, or I was bloated, or whatever. But for the past thirty days, this clothing slaughter has been on hiatus. Is anyone else having closet shock? All the sudden you have so many options and it's really overwhelming and made you ten minutes late because you were super indecisive? I mean, I finally ran out the door and I had clothes on because "when I walk outside naked, people throw garbage at me" (brownie points if you can place that quote), but woah, the transition is harder than I thought.

Also, I got this amazing skirt at goodwill the other day. It's a fabulous color blue and it fits me perfectly except it is too long. I got it thinking that sewing a hem should be no big deal. Boy, was I wrong. A blind hem seems to be the hardest thing ever on a machine. I've made multiple attempts and all I have to show for it is a broken a needle. This is the life of an amateur sewer. I refuse to give up though. That machine will not get the better of me. I'm going to show him who is boss. Or maybe take the skirt to a seamstress.

That is one heck of a broken needle.