It's not "what came first the chicken or the egg?" No, the most difficult question of all is: "why is it that the more clothes I have the less I have to wear?" This is a question that I ponder on many ocassion. Yesterday being one of those days for yesterday was my second first date. What's a second first date you ask? Well, a second first date is your first date done over (almost three years later, mind you).

Our first date was horrible and, so, in order to fix the past we re did it but the age old dilemma faced me: what do I wear? In order to answer this question I padded over to my closet, slid the door open, slowly, almost in anticipation of what I would find, and sighed. Despite the fact that there was over 15 dresses (half of which I have not worn before), a few pairs of jeans, too many pairs of shoes and some tops I have also never worn, I had nothing to wear...and why? Because the more clothes you buy the less you have to wear!

This frustrates the hell out of me. I don't understand it... Now, the question my gorgeous boyfriend poses to me is: do you really have nothing to wear? Or do you just want a new dress?Before you ask he supports my shopping (despite not having any money nor a job to support it) obsession. He comes shopping with me, holds my bag and the clothes I want. He doesn't complain and nor does he want to slap me when I'm at the register with my purchases and am about to pay when I spot something gorgeous from the corner of my eye, squeal "ooh" and scurry off for another bunch of clothes. He is very supportive, often urges me to buy more and, in fact, he loves me for it.

So, faced with the need of needing something new, I went shopping. I bought a gorgeous midnight blue dress. I love it. It makes me feel pretty and sexy and it was the perfect second first date outfit. However, another problem: now that I have this new gorgeous dress that I love...will I ever wear it again? The answer is: probably not. I can't bring myself to recycle clothing. At times I do but more often then not I don't. My sister's birthday is coming up soon. I want to wear a dress and wear it with my gorgeous black leather boots. I could easily wear this dress I so lust but chances are I wont.

IF I do wear it my mind will panic as soon as I am out in it. I will be scared that someone from the Blacktown cinemas will be at the same place as me, see that I'm wearing the same dress, and will point and laugh and I will die of fashion embarrassment. The other problem I face is myself. I'll look at myself in the mirror and KNOW that I wore that dress before. This kind of behaviour is all well and good IF I had the money to back it up. But I don't!

Right at this minute I am faced with the same dilemma. (I should be getting ready to go to the city but I'm not, instead I'm writing this). I am going into the city to do some work at the Writer's Festival (which had it's last day yesterday so am sure of what I am going to be doing exactly) and I need to wear something. Obviously, turning up naked is not a smart idea. So, as I peer into my closet and my drawers I find I have nothing to wear. The abundance of tops seem tiny, the never ending supply of dresses, the jeans, the jackets, the tights. I have nothing!

Maybe I could go shopping to get a cute new outfit to wear today. That seems like a smart idea. I wouldn't want to get stressed, tired or frustrated trying to find an outfit when there is obviously nothing to wear. So, as I finish this up, I make the final decision to, yes, I will definitley go because I have to look good but then I stop...my eyes wander around the room, my mind races. I start to panic. My typing gets faster.

What do I wear to the shops?