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Grace Face part duex.

I had a thought this morning in my mad rush to get ready for work. FYI, I normally roll outta bed at the last possible second, leaving just enough time to look semi-presentable. I had an idea of what I would wear today since the weather finally permits warm dresses! So, I slipped on my paisley frock and was very intentional about the 3/4 sleve brown cardi I wanted from way in the back of my shark's teeth closet (rows that go deep, but are only about 2 feet wide in total, extremely inconvenient).

I knew exactly what I wanted, this particular sweater almost always gets paired with this particular dress, I'm a creature of habit (admittingly not always good habits). As I reached back into the back row of the shark's mouth, I initially grabbed a purple pull-over...so not the appropriate brown cardi I had my heart set on. I quickly put it back without hesitation and grabbed for the sweater I really wanted. Generally I'd mull over the purple one and play with the idea of changing my entire outfit for it. So illogical. Today, I did not do this. If the purple sweater isn't exactly what I want, why would I wear it or even pull it out of the closet for more than the few seconds it takes to realize its insufficiency.

This is how I need to be with men! If I can be this precise and clear of my expectations in my closet, why not in my dating life? So, next time you read one of my blogs about a "purple sweater" you'll know exactly what I'm referring to!

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