I miss my clothes.

I miss my clothes.  I miss being able to choose what pair of jeans I wanted to wear on Jean Day at school.  And I miss the plethora of school t-shirts I'd collected from which I usually chose on Fridays.

I miss the new pair of pink shoes I just bought a few weeks ago and felt so proud to wear because they were actually kind of trendy.  I also miss the new L.L. Bean flip-flops I just bought because I finally decided to splurge on comfortable flip flops.

I miss my Bellarmine Alumni t-shirt, especially after just receiving an email from my principal saying that next Friday is College Colors day, and I know I used to always proudly sport my Bellarmine gear. 

I miss my bathing suit - the one I just bought this summer that somehow flattered my I've-had-two-babies-and-am-nursing figure.  I don't really want to go to the pool anymore because the only suit I own is the one 2 piece they had left in my size at Wal-Mart that I bought so I could take Emerson swimming in the hotel pool. 

I miss my cropped jogging pants because they were so absolutely perfect to wear when I wanted to change from my dress clothes after school on a hot, summer day.  Now I just keep my work clothes on (and pray that Eliot doesn't spit up all over them so that I can wear them again one day this week).

I miss my bathrobe.  I keep forgetting to buy one, so when I get out of the shower, every day I debate whether I should struggle to keep my towel on while drying my hair or if I should put my pajamas back on and get them soaked.

I miss my pajamas.  Two different people gave us pajamas, and I love both sets, but every time I put them on, I'm reminded that I no longer own some of those worn, comfortable pjs I used to love.

I've never been that into fashion.  I've never been that much of a shopper.

But man, I sure do miss my clothes.