That terrible moment when you CAN’T steal your mom’s clothes anymore

No girls, I know what you’re thinking. It’s not because I have a bigger or smaller size. It’s because, simply, we don’t live in the same city anymore (sigh).

I mean, having your parents far away from you has its advantages, right? Like no calling every second to check up on you at 3am making sure you’re alive (although my dad does that anyway, time zones do not apply to him).

But let’s face it people, there’s lots of no-nos that go into your parents living in another city.

If you were hoping not to realise that you’re away from them (and in your head you’ve mentally planned that they’re taking a long vacation from you), the second you need to dress up for a night, reality is going to hit.

Where are those pretty shoes that I wore THAT night?

Oh yeah, they’re my mom’s…

Where is that super cool black dress EVERYONE said looked amazing on me?

Ooh yeah, it’s my mom’s….

Where is …

you get the pattern right?

See, I am not really the shopping type.

I’m one of those people that shops like twice a year and buys tons of clothes and shoes all in one day!

While you’re shopping, that may seem like a great idea, but then you kind of get tired of those clothes. So when It comes to clothes I just always end up in my mom’s or sister’s closet. 

Getting into my sister’s closet has gotten harder throughout the years, as there are certain rules like

“I just bought it and I don’t want you to wear it cuz I need to wear it first”.

Totally legit, not saying it isn’t!

But my mom, well she just lets me take anything, and if she says no, well, I just take it anyway and slowly put it back into her closet the next day.

She NEVER notices.

At least I think…

So now, with my sister having serious rules to enter her kingdom of clothes, and no mom’s clothes to steal I think I will have to start stealing my sister’s clothes when she is not at home.

And make sure I don’t post any pictures of me wearing them!

Or better yet, I can visit my parents, take an extra luggage and raid my mom’s closet. The good side is that she can’t call me too many times to complain!