Minimized Wardrobe, Thrift Finds, Chihuahua Closet

   It has been my soul’s urge to curate a closet of mine that eliminates all the clothes I never end up wearing, has all the staples, and is still very me. Now, when I say me, I mean very Rachel Green. Mixed with baby pink to match my aura and allow me to embrace soft girl-ness, instead of being irked by how lifeless I appear in black. I am spring color coded, says internet quizzes. Light pink, light yellow, light blue, white, maybe lavender, that’s it. A buzzfeed quiz told me that I am so white that I can’t risk it.  I was once translucent before I got my glow back.

Anyway, I’m a warm spring, but I could be wrong, I might be cool. I am not sure, but I know I am frightened by my reflection when I wear a plum colored shirt. I can’t plum. 

So, I have taken many trips to plato’s closet to sell many, many clothes over the past year, and they wanted to leave me with less money each time. So, I’d given Plato all of my clothes, and at a certain point, I was like wait, I have no pants. And furthermore, I really wanted to have more fun with my fashionista self because I was in a really long phase of not even wearing my favorite gigantic t-shirts that so lovingly engulf me, and I wasn’t choosing outfits based off what felt the most late 90s and early 2000s, like I used to. Basically, I had to remind myself I am at peace as pretty Adam Sandler, and that allows me to be in my element when searching the goodwill aisles for the cute, girly clothes.

I explored goodwill with purpose and magical fairy essence swirling within me. All the mice from cinderella gathered around me as I sang and sewed the clothes, right there in the goodwill.

Back to the main focus, my thrift finds. So my jeans haven’t been jean-ing. So I got two jeans. Everybody say two jeans. My cute jeans should be depicted either to the left, right, or below this text, depending on whatever the hell this site wants to do. Jean 1 is abercrombie (that sounds very middle school, but no, these are jeans you might see a sexy mom wear in a nineties family movie.) Jean 2 is… oh damn it’s H&M, no offense. I did not think they would be from H&M. I can’t go back there, it smells too strongly of JB‘s Purpose album era, and makes me think too much about how many eras he’s had, and I start to worry about Justin.

I also got a baby tee! From the Gap. A baby from the Gap taken from the goodwill. As well as a t-shirt to make me feel surrounded and safe: a contractor’s merchandise. And lastly, what I grabbed as I was racing against the clock because I hadn’t found a good purse to hold a chihuahua in, was another tee for engulfing featuring a young Kenny from the block. I did not know he was ever young. 

To finish this blog, I have exciting news that George M. Curious, my handsome chihuahua boy, is officially being picked up by me tomorrow. Photographs of some of the initial wardrobe choices he will be presented with may be included on here as well, if this Internet Princess asks the chat how to do so, the robo chat. Curious will be not be confined to gender stereotypes, and I welcome LGBTQ+ chihuahuas. That being said, his bow tie is prepared for him on his collar, and his basketball jersey is folded with his detective/man-of-mysterious-profession trench coat. I, additionally, would never assume that he loves, say monkeys and bananas, given his name, but, I have been trying to find pajamas for him with a perhaps jungle ape theme.

Stay curious.

Kisses, xoxo

GiggleBitch