Year after year, when the time comes for a big birthday bash, I’m in the midst of a nervous breakdown. Why, you ask? It’s pretty straightforward, but just the thought of it brings me to tears: What to wear?!
Generally, I’m not one to think twice about what to wear. My daily routine is this: I just jump out of bed and into the shower; then I reach into my closet and pull out whatever my hand gets a good hold of first (form the intertwined mess of all my worldly possessions), and just go with it! Simple, isn’t it?
But the moment my birthday comes round the corner, gone are the days of careless (or carefree, rather) dressing, and I can’t make head of tail of my messy wardrobe. Now what’s the easiest way to tackle this looming problem of what to wear? - Select Citywalk.
Generally, I’m not one to think twice about what to wear. My daily routine is this: I just jump out of bed and into the shower; then I reach into my closet and pull out whatever my hand gets a good hold of first (form the intertwined mess of all my worldly possessions), and just go with it! Simple, isn’t it?
But the moment my birthday comes round the corner, gone are the days of careless (or carefree, rather) dressing, and I can’t make head of tail of my messy wardrobe. Now what’s the easiest way to tackle this looming problem of what to wear? - Select Citywalk.