Tornado

My bedroom looks like it has been assaulted by a tornado. Why? Simple. Because today I was horribly indecisive. I have had days where it's been tough to decide what to wear, but I think today goes down in history as the worst wardrobe day of my entire life.

I can usually get ready in an hour - flat. That includes a shower and eating something or at very least making coffee. This morning was no exception. It was only later this afternoon, when I came home to put on the third outfit of the day, that I experienced that moment that every girl hates: Nothing you own is the right thing. (If you think three outfits in one day is excessive, you're right, but I had something that required more dressy attire in between to much more casual affairs.) It was while preparing for Axis this evening that I threw clothes around like rubber bouncy-balls. I must have had on 20 different outfits before I went into my sister's nearly bare closet and dug out something that I decided would work. It took me an hour.

And guess what? I took that off and put on four other things before I settled on the first pair of jeans I had on and a gray sweatshirt-jacket with a pink tank underneath. "I hate pink! What is wrong with me?" I pondered this revalation and wasn't surprised by the answer, just caught off-guard and mainly appalled.

We conversed only for about six minutes. My make-up had all been cried off at that point anyway, so you see, my hour long ordeal was clearly put to wonderful use. God can really show up at the "worst" times. I've really gotta get things under control lest I do this every weekend. No boy is worth the amount of clean up this has cost me.