Why do I always buy clothes first and only then think about where Iβm actually going to wear them? π
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I see a beautiful dress - βThatβs it, itβs fate. I absolutely need to buy it.β
I buy it. Bring it home. Hang it in my closet.
And only then does the real challenge begin: where exactly am I supposed to wear this? π
To the store - too pretty.
For a walk - not practical enough.
For a night out - wellβ¦ I donβt have any plans yet.
At home - I mean, I canβt just sit around next to my dress and let it collect dust π
And there it is, hanging in my closet for months, waiting for that one special occasion that apparently needs to come with a notification: βYour dress is officially ready for its big debut.β
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But you know what? Iβm still going to keep buying clothes first and figuring out the occasion later π
Because sometimes we really donβt need a reason to wear a beautiful dress.
We just need the dress.
And the occasion will somehow find us β€οΈ
