No, the rut I'm getting into is in what I wear. A few weeks back I wore the same pair of jeans every day of the week (what makes that for a funny story is that I had two people ask me on Friday of that week if I had just gotten them, because they'd never seen them before...). Two weeks ago, I wore only sweatpants and tee shirts. And last week, I wore my green jacket all week, even though halfway through the week I found a stain on it! Why? I'm not sure. I have tons of clothes, so I'm not at a loss for things to wear. I realized last night as I debated throwing my green jacket into the dirty clothes basket or hanging it up again that I was worried that if it went with the dirty clothes then I wouldn't have a jacket until I did laundry again. Then I looked up and realized that I have at least 7 jackets and 7 button/zip sweaters on top of 3 cold-weather coats. What was I afraid of? Who knows.
So I'm going to challenge myself this week to wear something entirely different every day this week. Five days, 5 different shirts, jackets, things on my legs, shoes, and hairstyles. I know this might not be the most fascinating blog post ever, but sometimes you play the scratch-off tickets at the gas station and you win $2, which is the amount you paid to play so you're certainly not any worse off than you were before, but you'll have to keep scratching if you want that yacht.
Well here's what I'm wearing today, Day One: Pink jacket, brown sweater(brown tank under), Boot cut jeans, brown flip flops, hair in a pony tail. I call this the Monday outfit. You know the feeling, you're mad that your weekend is over, so you stay in bed for a few extra minutes just to protest, but time ends up slapping you in the face to show you it doesn't care whether you stayed up too late last night watching old episodes of How I Met Your Mother or not, it's going to keep right on marching by, and if you're not going to cooperate fine, you're not hurting time's feelings. Time can really be a jerk, you know? So you crawl out of bed 10...15...20 minutes later than you should and really just have time to take a shower and throw on the first things you see, and since you still have goop in your eyes, the brightly colored jacket stands out, the sweater looks comfy, and socks take too much effort, so you slip on flip flops and shuffle to the office where you eventually remember to respect the eyes of those around you and put your crazy out-of-control half-dried hair up in a ponytail only to remember that your stupid bangs aren't long enough to go back so they get bobbypinned up so they're out of the way. No fashion statements today, people, I'm in survival mode.
If the previous paragraph wasn't enough of a picture for you, here's one I took in my office this afternoon:
Well, I'm sure I've now given all of my cyber-fans plenty to discuss for the next 24 hours (ooh, what's Corrie going to wear tomorrow? What color will her jacket be? How many fingers will she be holding up in tomorrow's picture? What do the numbers mean? Why do I have to keep pressing this button every 108 minutes?... sorry, got LOST for a second...) Feel free to place bets among yourselves among any or all of these things, just remember that I get a cut on all of your winnings!
Be good.
2 comments:
Oh my gosh! I'm doing the same thing! Is it because it's winter?
You are hilarious. Seriously, one of the funniest people I know. Love you!
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