Consigned to Anxiety

I dropped some stuff off at a consignment store for the first time today. How nerve-wracking! It's like high school: Will they like my clothes? Is this too dorky? Am I a loser? She took a few things and I can see how the rest was not their thing or was too boring.

Lessons learned: Just try it--it's their business to look at stuff all day long and say yes or no. And don't buy stuff unless I love it and will wear it always. Like those new Fellowship Fleuvogs. Beeyooteeful.