Where Are My Clothes?

Anyone who knows me, knows that I love clothes and love to shop. Well, since the accident, that love has shifted and I haven’t been as enthusiastic about either. Tuesday I went through one of the closets that hold my clothes because basically I had gotten sick and tired of wearing the same outfits to church and out and also sick of people asking me “What you wanna wear”, but not giving me any idea of my options. That is sooooo frustrating. How would you feel if you hadn’t seen your clothes in 3 years and someone asked you what you wanted to wear? You should think one of you are crazy. They assume that you should know what you bought three years ago, but that’s insane, how could I remember everything I owned.

Well anyway, I’m glad that I have a mom who loves me and understands the obstacles that I have even when it comes to choosing an outfit to wear. My mom showed me the contents of the closet and I was able to actually see what I have and thankfully choose a different outfit when I go out. I have a nice selection of clothes, if I have to say so myself and some lucky person, who shall remain nameless, lol, will bask in the clothes that I love but have chosen not to adorn myself in. She should’ve been the one to clean out the closet. But, she has nothing to worry about, there are other closets to tackle.