Where is the pause button? Do you ever find yourself mid way through the day, week, or your life and feel the need to hit pause. It’s 2016. Yikes. But it’s also the end of March. Where did the time go? Which brings about this sweatshirt which reads SOHO. Short in my eyes for “so hold on a minute” life. Where has the time gone, what have you accomplished, what are your goals? I decided to ask myself all the questions above; partly because I was reluctant on said Monday when a co-worker asked how my weekend was. Did I admit that my entire weekend was a wash and basically consumed by a greys anatomy binge on Netflix while wrapped in my afghan. That I now need to quit my day job because I am pretty much a surgeon by default of logging enough hours watching the small screen. Or that I knit a couple of hats during said binge to feel more productive and justified about laying in bed for over 6 hours straight eating an entire package of oreos. None of these things seemed socially acceptable to admit at my age.
SO HO-LD on a minute. It goes without saying. I know what you are all thinking. But the debate surrounding she who falls into the cat lady pool vs. she who does not, has yet to reach a concise conclusion. In light of that, I stand here before you offering an examining list of indications that suggest you are either bound to become a cat lady or – surprise! – you already are one.
10 Indications You’re Becoming a Cat Lady (or Already Are One)
- you find knitting/crocheting is sufficiently more enjoyable than clubbing
- your pinterest board is somewhat of a currated art collection that Picasso would be jealous of
- every time and i mean every time a friend face-times you, you are caught red handed in the same white fleece bathrobe you have had since college
- your snap chat consists solely of videos, photos and animations of your cat doing weird things throughout the day
- you eat soup for lunch 4 out of 7 times during the week
- you think wearing a scoop neck shirt or showing a little bit of a shoulder is far too revealing and sexy to leave the comfort of your own house
- iris apfel is your spirit animal
- you justify every furry sweater, coat, hat or glove as an acceptable form of fashion instead of admitting you look in fact like an animal from a petting zoo
- you have a fondness for two piece matching pajama sets and coincidentally have the same floral set as your 93 year old memere
- you have been a black cat for your company halloween party since you started working
So maybe you are into this kind of behavior, maybe you’re not. Either way I have decided this will be the year (only 3 months late to the 2016 motivation party) that I will finish all projects that may or may not have been pending for numerous years. Breaking up with Netflix may in fact be the best life decision I have made thus far. I will be chasing my creative dreams and running away from any cat lady tendencies. If that fails, you can find me hiding in a baseball cap and an oversized coat that resembles a bathrobe at bingo.
p.s. turns out you don’t even need to have a cat nor like them to become a cat lady.
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