Going Back to Basics

I've decided to reassess my wardrobe today. I have one up in Leeds too but I did that before I left for the summer, so there is a wide gap in my uni closet for new clothes and shoes. Here at home, things are even worse. I have got tons of mismatching socks, ugly-ass PJs, and a LOT of Tshirts from back in my emo days. Yeah, nothing that can be worn without hearing some sniggering or grave mocking from my housemates Jon, Tash and Vicky (especially). I have a top which has a velvet applique at the front of a vampire that looks like the Count from Sesame Street, with 'HOUNDS OF HORROR' plastered across. I don't know what I was thinking when I bought it, but it is so not me anymore. I don't think it ever was. I was never really that gritty and rocky. If that wasn't disgraceful enough, the fact that it was a faux-band tee purchased at Primark just adds more insult to injury. This is definitely unbecoming, especially when I constantly give notes on style et al. It makes me sound like a fraud.