Resolution Number 27
Revamp my wardrobe.
It's no secret that I don't have any fashion sense. The most glaring fashion crime I committed was in my awkward early teens. A black top hat, frizzy hair, orange rim glasses, hippie skirt, generic combat boots, and a bodysuit. After that travesty I transformed into jeans and a t-shirt which morphed to jeans and a tank top. Nowadays my closet is an odd mix of items I've purchased to conform t work dress codes. None of it is very flattering or inspires confidence. Recently I've let out a good groan when I open my closet. I'd like to take stock of what I have, let go the things that are not working, and replace them with more suitable alternatives. I don't want to hate my closet anymore.
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