Today was a dressing disaster. First, I overslept. And, kind of on purpose. I mean I set the alarm for 7:45 instead of
7:30, and while I am not too OCD about most things, I am freakish about
time. So I felt like I was running late.
.
Then, I pulled on a pair of brown pants
from the closet. See, herein lies
problem 1. The closet has one of those
energy saving compact florescent lights.
So I put on a white shirt with brown accents, pulled the dog together
(its Pets At Play day) and started out – already late.
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| My pant's color was Muddy-er |
Before leaving, a take quick look in the
hall mirror to be sure everything is okay.
The hall has normal light, and I realize that my “brown” pants are
really muddy green. And my shirt (which
does have brown accents) looks like hell with these pants. So I have to scurry back in and chance the
shirt.
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I can’t really find a shirt that goes with
muddy green. And now Trevor is
complaining that I overslept and he actually DOES have a time limit folks. And I see a shirt, pressed and all, towards
the back of the closet. It’s Ed’s shirt,
but it will work. So I put it on and go out.
.
And it is flouncy. Now I know why Ed doesn’t wear it. It is a soft cotton, with worn in stripes
kind of faded. I am sure it looked good in
the catalogue, but here on the street it looks a little like a Pyjama top. And not in a good way. Not Shang Hai Tan’s PJ top, but kind of K-Mart
PJ top. Now, nothing wrong with K-Mart
PJs, but not for work.
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I drop off the dog, get to work and roll up
my sleeves. I always roll up my
sleeves. Really. Always.
I hate long sleeves, but you have to wear them to work – I hate the look
of short sleeve dress shirts even more.
So I roll up all my shirts as my computer loads the basics every
morning. But the PJ sleeves are
huge. Like clown sleeves, like Pirate Sleeves - but without the cool front ruffle. .
I unroll the sleeves and button them instead.
.
Worse!
Now the clown sleeves flounce as I get coffee. I mean these sleeves enter the coffee room
moments before I do. I finally figured
out how to roll them up. I buttoned that
little extra button halfway up the sleeve opening (the one that isn’t used for
anything!) and it keeps the sleeves tight enough to not look idiotic.
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I am throwing this damn shirt away as soon
as I get home. And the muddy green pants
may not be far behind.