Back To The Closet...

I've been neglecting TCB. My days are consumed with job hunting. I mainly do that from the comfort of home in my pajamas. No one wants to see pictures of me in my pjs, lol. The cord to charge my camera has gone missing. I refuse to buy another one as I'm sure the cord will be found (I hope). My outings have become less frequent due to the weather and really not having specific places to go. My interview suits hang in the closet just waiting to be worn. I have a basic ensemble that I wear when I run errands - boots, dark rinse jeans, long sleeve tee, and a boyfriend cardigan. I jazz it up depending on my mood with various accessories and my signature big bag of the moment.

Honestly, fashion just isn't on my mind lately. Of course, I care about how I look but I feel out of control. I've been out of work thirteen months and some days it can be a struggle to get up and join the world. Some days I'm depressed, often I'm angry, but mostly I feel bored and hopeless.
I'm mentally tired from looking for a job but I can't not look. I have to keep pressing forward. Out of a seven day week, I have a headache at least three times. Stress. I try focusing on other things but my thoughts always come back to money, bills due, and my rapidly dwindling savings.

Why did my parents raise me with such high morals? Lord knows if I was a different Kim, I'd be serving drinks and doing a, um, tasteful floor show at a high end gentleman's club. Those girls can make $500+ a night or so I've heard.

Anyway enough about that. I started this blog to not only cut way back on my excessive shopping but to learn a few things about myself. My closet is jam packed with clothes, shoes, and bags. The two shelves in my closet are filled with shoe boxes and I have three stacks of shoes on the floor of my closet. I know off the top of my head that I have about eight black bags. Do I really need all eight of those bags? My attachment to material things has become out of control. There's two Gucci bags, a Louis Vuitton bag, countless Coach bags, three Tory Burch bags, and the list goes on and on. I never even noticed I had a problem. I just bought what I liked, never really paying much attention to the cost or whether I needed it or not. Having made this self discovery, the closet will be cleaned out. There are people in need all around me and now more than I ever I understand just how blessed I am. I don't need eight black handbags. I'll pick my favorite one or two and donate the rest to Goodwill. Those ten pairs of jeans that I no longer love, could possibly be the most amazing jeans for someone who doesn't have any jeans.

Either I have way too much time on my hands to think or my job loss was a wake up call for me to get focused on what is really important. I'll ponder this for a few days and let you guys know what I come up with. Ciao!

Happy Twenty-10 & The Adventure Begins

It is officially on and cracking. Yeah. Oh joy. Pardon my lack of enthusiasm, I am giving up one of my most favorite things to do, shopping.

My twenty-10 did not start out so well. I had a migraine that kept me bed ridden New Years day and returned yesterday so I was unable to post. Yesterday I ran a few errands (before my migraine returned) I took a stroll around Nordstrom. For those of you who know me, I love Nordstrom. I really do. I visited every floor, touched various garments, almost tried a couple of things on but alas, I left sans a purchase. This challenge is pretty easy right now because I'm unemployed and have no disposable income to shop with.

The challenge will really be a challenge when I start my new job (No I haven't accepted any job offer. I'm speaking life into my situation, you know, the law of attraction.)