Great news! I finally got some clunky, Danish-style clogs. So I guess I can (finally!) be a real librarian now.
What I’m wearing:
J.Jill taupe jersey blazer thing, gift from MIL ca. 2012
Burgundy swingy tank top thing, Target, 2006 (oh God this tank top is 10 years old probably not OK to wear to work…)
Black linen cropped pants, Old Navy, 2016
Sanita “Professional Dream Work” (a-what now?) clog in in red
These shoes come in European sizes and I am almost certain I should have sized up. I normally wear 8 1/2. Tried a “40,” which seemed like the right conversion, but it felt like a boat on my foot, so went 39, which at least stayed on. But now after a day of wear, they seem pretty snug. Oh well: we’ll let ’em break in, stretch, etc.
Last night at DSW I was supposed to be getting new gym shoes, but I put them back in order to justify purchasing these.
I felt remarkably steady on my feet this morning as I crashed down the steps with three bags and a toddler on my hip, but then, wouldn’t you know it, later in the day I completely tripped and rolled my ankle while carrying nothing at all. So, you know. Walking: still dangerous.
She has a giant bib on, and dark blue overalls underneath, and yet the pumpkin still got trapped *inside* the overalls, secretly smushed up against her classy beige striped onesie! Stains is clever.
Welp, another onesie bites the dust. Pumpkin is to blame this time. Thanks, daycare sensory activity!
And I close my eyes and take ten deep breaths.
Why does this drive me so nuts, this inevitable destruction of baby clothes? It’s basically a given. It matters so little in the grand scheme of things. She’s going to wear these clothes just a handful of times before she outgrows them. And secretly? Most of them we got for free anyway.
I really don’t want this to be the thing I get worked up and lose my temper over.
Thanks to the polar vortex, from Saturday-Thursday last week I wore basically the same uniform of scarf-turtleneck-sweatdress-skinny jeans-snowboots every day. But then on Friday, the universe thawed out just enough for me to try something a little different.
Plaid jacket, Christopher & Banks, thrifted by my mother-in-law, handed off to me December 2013. This jacket is an XL. Not quite sure how that works, except as an object lesson that sizes are meaningless. I did look up Christopher & Banks, though, and it looks like they have lines for misses (what are misses, exactly? I’ve never really understood that) and petites, so maybe that’s what this is. The sleeves are a touch short…
Blue ponte fit’n’flare dress, Old Navy, Janary 2014. My favorite fit and fabric for casual dresses in the universe. So comfortable, so flattering. Basically I buy one of theseevery time I walk into Old Navy.
Yellow belt, neighborhood yard sale spring 2012. I think I paid $.50 for it. One of the few belts I really like to wear. What do you do with dresses and belts, though? How do you stop the tail from flapping around?
Black fleece-lined tights, Meijer, fall 2013. Just buy a dozen of these for yourself and everyone you know.
Red suede boots, on clearance at DSW, January 2014. Originally priced around $100, they were 50% off, and then another 30% off of that. As marched around DSW like I owned the place, Sam said, “$35 for something that makes you that happy? Seems like a good deal.” He doesn’t like shopping and he doesn’t like spending money and he doesn’t care for shoes. Which is why I usually go to DSW by myself. So we just hit on a lucky day, I guess.
Old Navy is my kryptonite. Sigh. It has been this way since I was but a wee thing.
I keep telling myself I’m going to stop, going to be strong.
That from now on, I’m going to do right by myself, fashion, the garment industry, small business, and, I don’t know, the sheep in New Zealand. From now on, I will only buy high quality, classic investment pieces. From now on I will only shop at Goodwill. From now on I will only buy vintage.
But sometimes I need tank tops in every color. And affordable jeans that just freaking fit on the first try.