Nothing To Wear
Ahhh, spring. How I love thee. My favorite season. Except when it comes to shopping. I don't know why it is, but I have the hardest time finding spring clothes. Fashion-wise I am a autumn gal, but spring is my passion... Maybe spring loves me as much as I love it and that is why it schemes to keep me naked?
You devil. *sly wink*
But, er, um… I digress. Spring is here and I must make sure I have audition-appropriate outfits. When I first started working this job (that I wear jeans to every day) and my boyfriend (at the time) was thousands of miles away (under the hypnotic spell of the gluttonous rodent down south), you might say I "let myself go".
There I was, 20 pounds heavier (How did that happen?), wearing sneakers, t-shirts (not even the cute kind) and jeans every day. (We won't even discuss the horrible, flimsy concoction that I called a "bra".) Even on audition days. I told myself that acting is a casual business so it was OK. And then I'd whine and complain about not getting work or callbacks.
It's because I looked icky. I know that now. But I was depressed and in denial. I forget what snapped me out of it – perhaps seeing a friend come through a painful divorce more glorious than she was on her wedding day – but I remember finally noticing my appearance and thinking, "You've been sabotaging yourself!!!"
So I slowly started making changes for the better. It took months to find the perfect bra (seriously), but when I did, I bought many. And the shoes were crucial. Finding a sexy-ish shoe with enough of a heel to boost me but that is also comfortable enough to run in on concrete and won't get stuck in sidewalk seems or subway grates – almost impossible. And color! I know New Yorker's love black but you shouldn't wear black on-camera (plus it makes me look like the un-dead), so I'm always looking for soft colors that flatter.
So, let the changing of the wardrobe begin! Time to purge, organize and donate! And more importantly – time to shop! It won't be easy, but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
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