Right... so you know when you are at work or around town and you see someone dressed, well, a little a less than stellar? You think to yourself, "What were they thinking?" If you saw me today... you would be wondering this. In an effort to be honest (and to avoid any nasty remarks on this post) I will admit that I have several days like this a month. It isn't my intention to look like crap, it just happens. Today it happened because I didn't want to get out of bed. Ah... nice warm bed with two furry dogs to help keep me warm versus sub-zero temps outside. The warm bed won hands down! By the time I could convince myself to get out of bed I was running crazy late! How late you ask? Well... I need to be at work by 8:00 am and it takes me about 15 minutes to get there. I got out of bed at 7:22 am, this gave me exactly 23 minutes to get ready for work (and feed the dogs and start my car so it would warm-up ... which I went out and did wearing my short nightgown, ski parka and snow boots. Very attractive! )
After hoping in the shower with a shower cap on (no time to wash my hair and then dry it), I ran back to my bedroom and started to put together an outfit. Easy enough. Start with black pants, always a good staple to any wardrobe. Add a grey and black sweater that I have been meaning to donate because I don't like it anymore... not my favorite thing to wear, but it is presentable. Next came a pair of hideous socks that are also black and grey and look like I have had them since the early 90's. But the socks don't really matter because I am going to wear my black boots- you will never see them. Ah, but then at the last minute I decide that I don't want to wear heels today and opt for a pair of red flats. And even as I was slipping the red flats on there was a quiet little voice in the back of my head saying, "Don't do it! You will look like an idiot." I really wish that voice was a little louder. Actually, I wish that little voice would have started to scream and yell at me because it wasn't until I was at work and went to the bathroom that I got my first glimpse of my whole ensemble. That is when the little voice started to laugh and point (yes- I am aware that the fact I am referring to the little voices in my head is bad. And I am also aware it is even worse that I claim the "voices" are pointing. I am messed up... deal with it!) and say in a loud voice (finally), "You look like a freaking' idiot." All of you will have to take my word for it, because I will not take a full on photo. However, I will give you this little gem of just my foot. Enjoy!
