It's a bad sign—dressing from the top of the pile, dressing without intention—at least for me it is. If I get up in the morning and don't deliberately choose what it is that I'm going to wear, you know it's not good. I call it a "dressing-from-the-top-of-the-pile-day"—when you just reach into the closet or dresser and grab what you can.
These days I'm torn. Aside from being a person who dresses with intention, I also happen to be a gardening junkie. The two don't really mix well. I'm more than just a hands-in-the-dirt-girl—it's more of a whole-body thing. So my pretty dresses end up staying in the closet while I don my grubbiest pair of jeans, a baggy t-shirt, a junk hat (a.k.a baseball cap) and my gardening boots. I hate that I don't get to dress my mood, but I know that I just can't keep myself out of the dirt.
So I'm not exactly dressing from the top of the pile. I am intentionally choosing to dress badly (cringe). Only five cubic yards of mulch to move this year. The garden is looking lovely. Maybe once it's in order I can start working on looking lovely, too.