I sit in my living room and watch that horrible show What Not To Wear on an almost daily basis.  Regardless of the fact that I can't stand Stacy and Clinton.  And then I look at my own wardrobe and wish that somebody would just nominate me.  I'd deal with their obnoxiousness if somebody would just send me on a $5,000 shopping spree.  My wardrobe consists of t-shirts and jeans.  None of it is REALLY the right size.  None of it is age (or situation) appropriate...  It's a bunch of silliness, really.  Things I'd have worn in high school, for the most part.  And then I beat myself up and realize that I need to grow the hell up.  I stopped buying "fat shoes".  But the rest of me just doesn't move forward.  I am stuck in my adolescent slump.