a small number of beautiful, perfectly fitting clothes

I looked at the clock. It was 7:00.

I texted my friend: "IT's 7 and our reservations are at 7. ETA?" Then I called the restaurant and pushed the reservation to 7:30.  She called to apologize and said she was on her way.  I was like, No need to apologize - I just realized the time, had been totally absorbed in my work.  BTW, what are you going to wear? I'm wearing patent leather heels. OK, I'll wear heels, too, then.

I needed to get dressed asap.  Black boots with three inch heels. Check. Tights. ill-fitting, but they'll do. Black flouncy skirt.  Check.  Shirt, shirt, shirt.  No. . not that one. Not that one. . what about this silvery grey, sleeveless tuxedo shirt?  A bit on the too-large side - well, I can wear it under my cowl-neck sweater.

My friend picked me up, looking gorgeous.  As usual.  She is naturally beautiful, AND she is skilled with make-up and clothes.  Not fair.

She was wearing a fairly elegant outfit.  Slacks, but with a feminine tuxedo jacket, sort of boleroed, in sparkly charcoal.  So. . bit more snazzy than me, but what are you gonna do?  Especially when you put as little time as I do into your wardrobe. . . although I have been reforming myself of late!  My other friend took me shopping a few months ago, and now I have what I would call a wardrobe. Although, she sees it as less than minimal.

I am inviting Venus into my life more and more, allowing beauty for beauty's sake, wearing make-up, decorating.  But I also love minimalism. This equals: owning a small number of beautiful, perfectly fitting clothes, that can be mixed and matched.

A tall order. But, who am I kidding?  I always want what is difficult to obtain.