erinire.net

not because i hate the cold, or because i love summer, or vice versa from winter > spring, but because every time the climate shifts I have the same horrifying revelation as i peruse my wardrobe.

I

HAVE

NOTHING

TO

WEAR.

In summer this can be easily solved by a relatively small monetary deposit at my local clothing retailer. The winter, however, poses a different and more complicated problem. Winter = sweaters. Sweaters = expensive.

and,

Erin = Broke.

So if, in a few months, you see a 5 foot 2 redhead stumbling through a blizzard wearing a spaghetti strap tank top and jersey skirt from American Apparel, that’s probably me. Because as much as i hate being cold, i hate looking shitty almost as much. It’s getting to be a fine line, people. A very fine line indeed.