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Okay. Serious clothing-related Drama ahead.
You know how girls wear those little dresses with jeans underneath and it's actually pretty durn cute? OK, well, I don't do the little-dress thing, or the dress-with-jeans thing. My version involves a sundress and leggings (tight pants, but nice). I hadn't worn this outfit in a while, but I remembered how comfortable it was, and I was looking for something that I could relax in that was also nice enough to wear to work. I had it all laid out, so as usual I took care of the messy stuff before putting my nice clothes on. Breakfast, dishes, makeup, etc. I got dressed, did my hair, then as I was putting my shoes on I noticed the series of greasy-looking stains on my pants. Black pants. What is the point of wearing black pants if they stain? Le sigh. Now, a dilemma. I always aim to get to work early, just to allow for traffic and/or wardrobe emergencies. So I have a little time. But changing the whole outfit would involve pulling my dress up over my hair, which took me half an hour to restrain. I do not have another 30 minutes to spare. I can't just start over. So I think, maybe I have another pair of pants that will work.
Or maybe not. Maybe I'll just cover the bed with "Maybe"s which are actually "Ah, Hell No"s, and stand here half naked with five minutes left on the clock. Tights! Opaque tights, yes, that could work. Put on tights. Shoes no longer match new oufit. Find matching shoes*. Get in car. Look down at first stoplight to find gigantamungous run in tights. Refuse to panic. Refuse to be late to work.
Come on, you know girls that could pull off this look. It's all about confidence. It's a freaking fashion statement. Right.
Walk into work, reciting mantra "This is not high school." They're all gonna laugh... "This is not high school." They're Staring... "It's gonna be alright. This is not h--" *choking on dress* How the hell did that hem get up to my neck? Oh, the wonders of static cling. Such marvelous tights! Such splendid, skirt-stealing tights! I am walking into work naked. Well, hell.
So of course this had to be the day my manager decided to review me. Surprise! You're screwed! Oh yeah, and naked!
*Keep in mind that I had no full-length mirror at that time, so determining if said shoes "matched" was a prolonged process involving some very awkward positions atop a chair in front of the bathroom mirror.
Feh. All's well that ends well and all that. That was last week, and as you can imagine, I immediately went shopping for new clothes and a full-length mirror. Now all I need is someone to dress me and I'm good to go.
You know how girls wear those little dresses with jeans underneath and it's actually pretty durn cute? OK, well, I don't do the little-dress thing, or the dress-with-jeans thing. My version involves a sundress and leggings (tight pants, but nice). I hadn't worn this outfit in a while, but I remembered how comfortable it was, and I was looking for something that I could relax in that was also nice enough to wear to work. I had it all laid out, so as usual I took care of the messy stuff before putting my nice clothes on. Breakfast, dishes, makeup, etc. I got dressed, did my hair, then as I was putting my shoes on I noticed the series of greasy-looking stains on my pants. Black pants. What is the point of wearing black pants if they stain? Le sigh. Now, a dilemma. I always aim to get to work early, just to allow for traffic and/or wardrobe emergencies. So I have a little time. But changing the whole outfit would involve pulling my dress up over my hair, which took me half an hour to restrain. I do not have another 30 minutes to spare. I can't just start over. So I think, maybe I have another pair of pants that will work.
Or maybe not. Maybe I'll just cover the bed with "Maybe"s which are actually "Ah, Hell No"s, and stand here half naked with five minutes left on the clock. Tights! Opaque tights, yes, that could work. Put on tights. Shoes no longer match new oufit. Find matching shoes*. Get in car. Look down at first stoplight to find gigantamungous run in tights. Refuse to panic. Refuse to be late to work.
Come on, you know girls that could pull off this look. It's all about confidence. It's a freaking fashion statement. Right.
Walk into work, reciting mantra "This is not high school." They're all gonna laugh... "This is not high school." They're Staring... "It's gonna be alright. This is not h--" *choking on dress* How the hell did that hem get up to my neck? Oh, the wonders of static cling. Such marvelous tights! Such splendid, skirt-stealing tights! I am walking into work naked. Well, hell.
So of course this had to be the day my manager decided to review me. Surprise! You're screwed! Oh yeah, and naked!
*Keep in mind that I had no full-length mirror at that time, so determining if said shoes "matched" was a prolonged process involving some very awkward positions atop a chair in front of the bathroom mirror.
Feh. All's well that ends well and all that. That was last week, and as you can imagine, I immediately went shopping for new clothes and a full-length mirror. Now all I need is someone to dress me and I'm good to go.
