i didn't want to lose sleep over it so i let it pass. i tried to think that, today was a Saturday - time to kiss away my sexy and fitted formals and say hi to my sexy and fitted casuals. Unfortunately, they all showed my "needs to be waxed" common areas. I patted myself on my back at the outfit i chose in my head - Jeans, fitted jacket, gladiator chappals. This was quite unlike my weekend clothing. My boyfriend will surely notice the change and we'll have a good laugh about my quirks.
but that was replaced by another thought immediately after. a year back, this is how i'd dress on Saturdays. i'd mix and match things my formals and semi formals to create a funky look. now i actually buy clothes especially for the weekends. not even evening and ornate garments but plain weekend ones. why have i become this way after i met my boyfriend?
is it because i now have an occasion and a platform to indulge in my otherwise good fashion sense? that's plausible because i wouldn't consider it otherwise. or is it because i want to look ever pretty to the man who once said the most beautiful things about me to me. i must admit thought that those days have been reduced to mere fragments of my memories. these days, he probably looks at me when the inevitable need for it arises. does that propel me to be ever prepared to look good for the moment when the inevitable need might transform into a lingering new memory for the days that follow?
i shall let the thought be; without drawing any conclusions. while that oscillates somewhere deep within, i turn to the fact that i love the way i look and then i look at who i love. and i love what i see :)
