What to Wear When...RADICALLY CHANGING YOUR LIFE

This is a selfish post. Well, it's not like a started a blog to be altruistic, but still. The title should technically be "This is what I'm going to wear when I move. Maybe you'll wear something like this to do fancy yoga in!"


Moving to another state doesn't necessarily constitute a radical life change for some, but guys? I'm not "some." I am the girl who has lived with her parents for 21 years. So the fact that I'm moving in a couple of months means that my mind is BLOWN on a daily basis by concepts like buying your own detergent and paying someone money in exchange for a place to live.


God, I'm going to be stuck eating Trix and washing my clothes in a sink with hand soap for approximately three months until I get the hang of things. Make that Cinnamon Toast Crunch. I hate that Trix pretends to be healthy because the puffs are fruit-shaped. THEY ARE ALSO NEON, YOU UNNATURALLY HYPER RABBIT.


But let's get down to brass tacks: what am I going to wear whilst moving?


Since I have to fly there, I had better be damn comfy. DAMN, I SAY. Also, I'm probably going to be really nervous about the whole "moving out of my parents' house/wait, I have to fly, too? God, I'm going to throw up," so anything that requires fine motor movement executed by non-shaking hands is out of the question. Buttons and clasps--I'm lookin' at you guys.


I'm thinking something like this: click to see clothes!

I sure do post a lot of comfy dresses on this blog. But whatever. There is nothing that matters more when flying than comfort, besides grabbing as many little bags of peanuts as you can. And judging by how low that neckline is, I'm bound to get a few extras...assuming that I have a male/lesbian flight attendant.

In other news, I love wrap cardigans, because I like the idea of wearing a blanket in public. And finally, since airline security is still kind of a bitch, I'm forgoing jewelry for the day. There is nothing worse than being behind the crazy bitch that acts all surprised when her 15 bangles and jeweled belt buckle set off the metal detector. To compensate, I'll be wearing slip-ons that would make Michael Jackson weep.

Now the only thing left to figure out is employment, where I'll actually be living, and how I'll meet my basic physical and emotional needs! At least one tough decision has been made.