maybe it’s the pheromones

Posted by beth on November 7, 2007

I’ve been living with my amazing roomie for over two years now, and it occurs to me sometimes just how much we’ve rubbed off on one another. For example, when we moved in, she would always ask me if things matched. Like really matched. Like, “Is this shirt the exact same color as the pinstripe in these pants that no one would even notice unless I pointed them out? Because if they’re off by even one shade, I’m not sure I can go out in public in confidence.” Now, she still want to make sure things look good, but she’s not nearly as concerned about everything matching perfectly because I’ve rubbed off onto her my belief that “you just have to own it.”

And whenever she goes on a trip, we always have to have a “fashion show” a night or two beforehand, so we can pick out her outfits for the time she’ll be away. I love this time with her. It’s just so fun. But I’ve never really been that kind of girl. I’ve always just thrown whatever was clean into the JanSport and been on my way.

Tonight, however, I had a fashion show. I’m going to Boone this weekend to hang out with some friends, and I don’t have very much in the way of a fall wardrobe (t-shirts only get skimpier as you cut them up and re-sew them), so we went through all my clothes and picked out specific outfits for each day, taking into consideration things like:

• activities planned
• activities unplanned
• weather
• cuteness
• comfort

When did I become a planner? Or a girl, for that matter?