|Even the headband only lasted an hour|
|Hey, what are these doing here?|
Oh Lady Inspiration, where art thou? Just look what’s become of me. Sigh.
Alas, have no fear, I’ve save the angelic vision of winter white for my remix exit tomorrow. Today though, mm…, not so much. I’ll admit it was a funny fashion day.
However uninspired, this would be no ordinary day. In my mad haste to the car this morning I sent my left shoe flying south due to a faulty lacy no-show bootie whose elastic had just kicked the bucket. By the time I’d finally replace them to abate the friction between shoe and foot, it was too late. They hurt. (Enter sad feet here.)
With one hour left to my workday I kissed the shoes and the belt good-bye, (I was on a roll, you see), and traded them in for my running shoes. I’d shed the blazer hours before, I’d been keeping warm around the office by doing laps all day; I tend to prefer face time over email.
Unrelated to fashion, yet still within the realm of a funny day, my cell phone died of boredom in the gym locker room. I couldn’t check the train schedule nor text my honey chauffeur for domicile limo* service. I detoured via the office to look up said train time, called the hubby hotline for honey chauffeur service and continued on my merry way.
All’s well that ends well.
Deets: Black boyfriend blazer/Urban Outfitters, white tuxedo t-shirt/Icon International, grey ankle pants/Express, skinny black belt/Nordstrom’s, black suede ballet flats/Ecco, black hand-carved ginkgo earrings/Braindrops, crystal cocktail ring/Ariella.
* If by limo you assumed I meant a German seven year old four-door sedan, then you were right.