The saga of the crop-top
I hadn't shopped for clothes at Target in forever. In moving back to Charlotte the shopping is so much better I guess I just didn't need to. But I did last week, and I found this top. I loved it from the second I saw it, and even more so because I'd wanted a crop-top that wasn't too croppy if you get me? K good. In excitement I race back home ((ok maybe not so much excitement as in the fact I was running late, as per usual)) to change and head out for a birthday party. In my mind I had already created the cutest outfit because my crop-top was solving all of my current first-world problems. And then devastation hit because I put on the ensemble I'd envisioned and I hated it. I know. So I pulled out all of my bottom drawer and half of my closet, as one does in getting ready for the night, and tried on everything. But nothing was working. I began to resent the crop-top because nothing I had went with it and all the sudden I hated my closet, I hated my outfit, and I hated the fact that I was supposed to go out at all. Like, "bye everyone, staying home now because the drama of it all is too much." And the fact that this had actually become a real-life situation for me was just sad. But so real you guys.
So, in one last attempt I threw on these shorts and somehow, someway, it was all going to be alright. Maybe not my most successful fashion night, but I was finally content with a bonus of comfy. We all have those days, right? I'm pretending you're nodding your head in agreement right now. Thanks for that.