the story of the camo vest

So I'm up ridiculously early because I kept having dreams of the freaking Neiman Marcus/Target collaboration that's going on sale today. That Lela Rose top!!! NEED.

Yes, this is ridiculous.

I am fully aware of that fact.

Not the shirt, but the fact that I can't sleep because of it.

Since I've lost weight (about 50 pounds) I have found myself slightly obsessed with fashion. I apologize to those of you who are following me on Pinterest. I'm not pinning a ton of inspirational writing quotes or interesting fodder for my stories. Nope, I've been pinning pictures of fabulous statement necklaces and Michael Kors watches. And nail polish. Endless, endless photos of creative manicures (like the Scrabble one--oooh, the Scrabble one!!!).

Yeah, so...

Oh, the camo vest!

You'll have to excuse my digression. It's not yet 6 a.m.

So, the camo vest.

About every 10 pounds or so, I enter this manic stage where I go shopping and try on everything I see, especially trends that have caught my eye on Pinterest. Anyway, about a month ago, I was at Target and thinking about this blog post I'd read recently on Ain't No Mom Jeans about the military trend. And I saw this camo vest in the juniors section (that should have been my first clue that it wasn't for me). There was also this thing in my head about mixing trends. I ended up grabbing a striped sweater and the camo vest and throwing them on in the dressing room and LOVING IT!!!!

Fast forward to a few hours later, when I was sitting on my couch, staring at this stupid camo vest in despair. Seriously, what was I thinking?

But here's another thing.

I'm stubborn.

So I yanked the tags off the camo vest and vowed that I WOULD WEAR IT.

Someday.

Guess what?

I've never worn the camo vest. Not once.

But I'm thinking today's the day. I'm going to rock the camo vest and go to Target and proudly buy my Lela Rose top and then I'm going to go to the library and write a zillion words. Then maybe I'll come home and attempt that Scrabble manicure I've been drooling over for months. AND THEN I'll... probably collapse because I've been up since 4 a.m. thinking about lacy black tops.

Yeah, there was really no point to the story of the camo vest. Just so we're clear.

This is why I don't blog anymore.