Confession #1 – The shirt that ended becoming my very favorite was bought on a desperate whim. We were meeting the some friends for an impromptu dinner and I had worn one of the husband’s t-shirts to the mall. We stopped at Forever 21 so I could try to find something a bit more flattering to wear and ended up buying my new favorite.
Confession #2 – When the husband proposed to me I was wearing a pair of his pajama pants.
Confession #3 – I’ve basically never done my own laundry. I mean, I’ve always put it away but the actually washing and drying has been my thing only a handful of times. My parents did it when I lived at home and Adam’s been doing it since college.
Confession #4 – When I went away to my first year at college and lived alone (Adam was still in high school so he didn’t join me at Miami until the next year) I packed something like 40+ pairs of underwear so the laundry issue didn’t come up all that often.
Confession #5 – When we got those 80* days a few weeks ago I dry-cleaned all of our winter stuff. It’s been in the 30’s ever since but I’ve been sticking it out in thin long-sleeved tee shirts. I’ll freeze to death before I take the coats out of their bags.
Now you confess – What’s the most embarassing fasion trend you’ve taken part in?